| We were on Savannah Road
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| Cruisin' in my dad’s Ford '98
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| With the stereo way too loud
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| Make a lifetime of memories
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| With your feet out the window, flyin' past a cornfield
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| You and me watchin' that sun sink low
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| I didn’t know what we started
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| But now girl I can’t stop it
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| I didn’t know what we started, yeah
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| Baby, it’s you
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| The one that I wanna spend my nights
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| On the phone, till the sun comes through
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| Or breakin' up a heat wave
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| Real life callin' so I gotta get back to you
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| Just don’t go too far, just know my heart is wherever you are
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| When I hear your voice I wanna get back home to you
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| You, Yeah
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| You
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| Green eyes pull me in
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| And your strawberry flavor covered lips had me fading
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| Into you
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| And I could see you just standing there
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| In your Phillies tee-shirt and your hot brown skin
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| Tempting me through your ripped up jeans
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| I didn’t know what we started
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| But now girl I can’t stop it
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| I didn’t know what we started, yeah
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| Baby, it’s you
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| The one that I wanna spend my nights
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| On the phone, till the sun comes through
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| Or breakin' up a heat wave
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| Real life callin' so I gotta get back to you
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| Just don’t go too far, just know my heart is wherever you are
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| When I hear your voice I wanna get back home to you
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| You, Yeah
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| (Didn't know what we started)
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| Baby, it’s you
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| The one that I wanna spend my nights
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| On the phone, till the sun comes through
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| Or breakin' up a heat wave
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| Real life callin' so I gotta get back to you
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| Just don’t go too far, just know my heart is wherever you are
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| When I hear your voice I wanna get back home to you
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| You, Yeah
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| You
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| Get back home to you
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| You, yeah
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| You, yeah |