| I remember you
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| Patagonia sweatshirt and wine in a solo cup
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| And I remember me
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| Asking you your name
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| I remember Eminem playing on the stereo
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| For early October, it was kind of cold
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| And neither one of us watching the football game
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| We had our first kiss that night
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| Back before time could fly
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| We were runaway flames in a backseat fire
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| Growing up fast on renegade tires
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| Didn’t worry about tomorrow
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| And it sure didn’t worry about us
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| Every time I kiss you it feels the same
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| I still remember us that way
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| Oh, don’t it feel just like yesterday
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| You drove that old jeep and I still smoked
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| Now I wonder how many miles and Marlboros I burned up with that top down
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| I wonder how many suns we watched set and then come back up
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| And I wonder how many times your mama said, we’d never make it
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| And don’t give him your heart, girl, 'cause he’s gonna break it
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| Now I really can’t blame her, looking back on us
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| Because we were runaway flames in a backseat fire
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| Growing up fast on renegade tires
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| Didn’t worry about tomorrow
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| It sure didn’t worry about us
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| Every time I kiss you it feels the same
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| I still remember us that way
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| Oh and don’t it feel just like yesterday
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| You drove that old jeep and I still smoked
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| Oh, I still smoked
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| To the runaway flames in a backseat fire
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| Growing up fast on renegade tires
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| Didn’t worry about tomorrow
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| And tomorrow didn’t worry about us
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| Every time I kiss you it feels the same
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| I still remember us that way
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| Oh and don’t it feel just like yesterday
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| You drove that old jeep and I still smoked
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| Yeah, I still smoked
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| I remember you
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| Patagonia sweatshirt and wine in a solo cup
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| And I remember me
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| Asking you your name |