| Her name was Sarah Jean
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| It was a night like this
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| In front of the Dairy Queen
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| Where she gave me my first kiss
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| I was just ten years old
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| So I never knew
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| She was teaching me how to love you
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| After the high school dance
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| In my old man’s car
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| Holding Carol Anne
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| I tried to go too far
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| But she said no I didn’t have a clue
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| She was teaching me how to love you
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| Every hand we hold
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| Every bridge we burn
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| Every story told
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| Is another lesson learned
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| A few years ago
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| I met Jill one night
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| Man I loved her so But I didn’t treat her right
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| But she left me there
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| With my heart broken in two
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| She was teaching me how to love you
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| Every hand we hold
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| Every bridge we burn
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| Every single story told
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| Is another lesson learned
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| So if I should glance
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| In your rear view mirror
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| At every failed romance
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| That brought you here
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| Honey, I can’t be hurt
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| By what I see
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| They were teaching you how to love me They were teaching you how to love me |