| I always kept this Journey record
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| That we heard on repeat
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| I never could have dreamed it better
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| In my first car’s back seat
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| This summer seemed forever and a day
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| In the end it’s come and gone
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| Yeah, we were finally moving on
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| You’re still around at the corner store where I used to pick you up
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| You’re still around, when I scent your perfume
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| That you wore when we found love
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| When I turn the radio on and they’re playing our song
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| Without a sound but yet so loud, you’re still around
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| We didn’t care ‘bout growing older
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| When we ran from the rain
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| You put your head against my shoulder
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| Drinking low-grade champagne
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| And sometimes when I drive along those streets
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| In so many different ways
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| I recall our yesterdays
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| At last our ways have parted, each one on his own
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| And maybe someday, you’re just someone that I’ve known
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| I ask myself where you may roam around
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| And if I’m still in your heart
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| Yeah, ‘cause you’re still in my heart |