| It was always you in the dress in the blistering cold
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| Saying you can’t go home
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| Why you can’t go home?
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| Couldn’t ever tell if it was your breath from the cold or the cigarette
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| But you can’t go home
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| Why can’t you go home?
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| You’re never okay, you’re never fine
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| And I would always call you mine
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| We fell in love, fell in love with the innocence
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| We were too young, too young, not aware of it
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| And never tell me why
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| And all we’d do is drive
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| I’m still a beast of burning
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| You’re still a dream to me
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| Yet I’m so uncertain
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| I won’t ever come to terms with everything
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| Does it run through your head?
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| Does it keep you awake?
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| I got this batch of jokes and phrases
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| And it’s more than I can take
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| You’re never okay, you’re never fine
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| And I would always call you mine
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| We fell in love, fell in love with the innocence
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| We were too young, too young, not aware of it
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| And never tell me why
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| You’ve got someone new who loves you
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| House and a bunch of kids
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| I never took the same route
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| And it’s all I think about
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| You’ve got someone new who loves you
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| House and a bunch of kids
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| I never took the same route
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| And it’s all I think about
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| You’re never okay, you’re never fine
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| And I would always call you mine
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| We fell in love, fell in love with the innocence
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| We were too young, too young, not aware of it
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| You used to call me late to pick you up
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| And never tell me why
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| And all we’d do is drive |