| It mightў‚¬"ўve been a Saturday night
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| It ainў‚¬"ўt clear it was so long ago
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| It was somewhere across the county line
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| A dance or a party I donў‚¬"ўt know
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| But I do know you looked like an angel
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| And your eyes were the color of your dress.
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| Thereў‚¬"ўs a million things I donў‚¬"ўt remember
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| But thatў‚¬"ўs the one thing that I wonў‚¬"ўt forget.
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| It mightў‚¬"ўve been a Saturday night
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| It was either my folks car or yours
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| I know that we went to some drive-in
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| What was playing that night Iў‚¬"ўm not sure
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| But I am sure you whispered you loved me
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| As my lips softly pressed against your neck.
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| Thereў‚¬"ўs a million …
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| After a while I guess we agreed
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| We had wings we needed to test
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| Somehow we talked ourselves out of love
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| That such close to love as Iў‚¬"ўve gotten yet.
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| It was 2:21 on a Sunday
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| And I found myself standing in the rain
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| You blew me a kiss through the window
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| As your greyhound was pulling away
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| Inside I was dying to stop you
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| I shouldў‚¬"ўve listened to my heart
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| And not my head.
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| Thereў‚¬"ўs a million |