| As we’re driving out of Austin
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| I can still smell your perfume
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| I contemplate turnin' around
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| Every inch or two
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| My vision’s kind of hazy
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| I don’t look well at all
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| I don’t believe I’ve ever felt so small
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| You come over to say hello
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| In the brightest of the lights
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| I’m so impressed, you look your best
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| Without an ounce of trying
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| I make light of a picture
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| And you’re leaving with your friends
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| And I’ve no doubt that I’ll never see you again
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| But You may deceive me
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| But you made me try
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| Two make-believing
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| That there’s something more
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| We can’t ignore
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| But nothing we can do
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| Making up for lost time
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| I’m trying to catch up fast
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| I begin to see you and me
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| Through rose colored glass
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| I’m unsure how this plays out
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| I feel so out of place
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| One wrong move and I’ll be through
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| You’ll surely walk away
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| Cause you remind me of the good times
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| When I was a younger man
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| When we were free and dumb
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| but having fun in a band
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| But You may deceive me
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| But you made me try
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| Two make-believing
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| That there’s something more
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| We can’t ignore
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| But nothing we can do
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| Now I’m praying that you’ll somehow
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| Have memories of grand
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| My lack of style, your steady smile
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| The way you held my hand
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| Cuz I’m scared of what you’re thinking
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| And I’m scared I’m always wrong
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| But does it matter now, as I’m leaving town
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| I’ll be gone for so, so long
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| So you’ll go on living your life
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| And I’ll take care of mine
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| But you were once with me, Miss Kennedy
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| And you’re so divine
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| You may deceive me
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| But you made me try
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| Two make-believing
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| That there’s something more
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| We can’t ignore
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| But nothing we can do |