| You could be on the West Coast, on a coastline in the sunset
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| Slidin' into the backseat of a taxi up in Times Square
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| Swingin' on a front porch swing, sippin' coffee
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| Yeah, you could be anywhere, you could be anywhere
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| But you’re always in my blind spot, hidin' in the corner of my mind
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| I always find you right there, not too far behind
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| Yeah, I try to forget you
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| But the rearview’s always there to remind, every single time
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| You’re always in my blind spot
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| You’re always in my blind spot
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| I could be
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| Rollin' down the dirt road, smoke rollin' out a rolled-down window
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| Or flyin' on a red eye through a midnight sky, gettin' sky-high
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| I could be in the neon, sippin' somethin' strong
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| Yeah, I could be anywhere, I could be anywhere
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| But you’re always in my blind spot, hidin' in the corner of my mind
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| I always find you right there, not too far behind
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| Yeah, I try to forget you
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| But the rearview’s always there to remind, every single time
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| You’re always in my blind spot
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| You’re always in my blind spot
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| You could be crusin' down the West Coast (West Coast) |
| I could be rollin' down the dirt road (Down the dirty road)
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| But you’re always in my blind spot, yeah
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| In the corner of my mind, not too far behind
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| You’re always in my blind spot, hidin' in the corner of my mind
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| I always find you right there, not too far behind
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| Yeah, I try to forget you
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| But the rearview’s always there to remind, every single time
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| You’re always in my blind spot, hidin' in the corner of my mind
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| I always find you right there, not too far behind
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| Yeah, I try to forget you
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| But the rearview’s always there to remind, every single time
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| You’re always in my blind spot
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| You’re always in my blind spot
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| You could be anywhere, I could be anywhere
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| But you’re always in my blind spot
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| Always in my blind spot, blind spot |