| Baby I know that you gotta go
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| It’s a whim or a plan either way I hope
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| There’s a beach in it
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| Your Friday nights are barefoot in the sand
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| There’s music and lights in your left hand
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| Has a beer in it, yeah I hope the coast is clear in it
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| Oh, I love you and I’ll leave it at that
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| It’s okay if you don' look back
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| If my '98 Pontiac gets to drivin' through your dreams
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| Gets you flyin' 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat
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| When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory in it
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| I hope there’s still a little me in it
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| You ain’t got to call, you ain’t got to write
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| If the lonely gets you dialin' for my voice one night
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| 'Cause you miss hearin' it, I’ll try not to have a tear in it
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| Won’t try to talk you back into us
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| I’ll keep my mouth and my broken heart shut
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| If my '98 Pontiac gets to drivin' through your dreams
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| Gets you flyin' 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat
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| When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory in it
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| I hope there’s still a little me in it
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| Oh, I love you and I’ll leave it at that
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| Yeah, I know that you’re not comin' back
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| If my '98 Pontiac gets to drivin' through your dreams
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| Gets you flyin' 'round this old town in that same ol' shotgun seat
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| When you open your eyes and that pretty little mind has a memory in it
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| I hope there’s still a little me in it
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| Hope there’s still a little me in it |