| This could be the last time I’m driving you home
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| We can talk about life or dig up old bones
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| While I’m thinking about the first time that we met
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| You’re probably thinking about the worst times in your head again
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| I bet you’ll say I’m wrong, Then you’ll say I’m making shit up
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| I’ll play along
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| You always think I’m asking too much
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| Can we make it to the end of this drive
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| So we can get on with our lives?
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| And honestly we’re too far to go back
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| And you promised me we would never do that
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| You’ve been holding all of this in
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| It’s been crawling under your skin
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| I’m insufferable
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| Lord knows I’m insufferable
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| I can admit I’m hard to live with
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| And I deal with problems like they don’t exist
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| I’m insufferable
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| Lord knows I’m insufferable
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| Yeah
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| We’re running red lights, ignoring stop signs
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| We can roll the windows down and scream the songs you like
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| We can talk about the friends that came and went
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| Or how we could give a fuck if we ever seen them again
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| And honestly we’re too far to go back
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| (Too far to go back now)
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| And you promised me we would never do that
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| You’ve been holding all of this in
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| It’s been crawling under your skin
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| I’m insufferable
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| Lord knows I’m insufferable
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| I can admit I’m hard to live with
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| And I deal with problems like they don’t exist
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| I’m insufferable
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| Lord knows I’m insufferable
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| Yeah
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| We’re almost to the end, the end of your street
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| We’re two different people with different directions that will never meet
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| Somehow we got lost along the way
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| Somehow we got lost
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| Now we’re at the end, the end of your street
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| So take off your seatbelt
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| I’ve got someone else waiting on me
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| And I can never look back |