| You got a Slurpee for free
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| I caught you lookin' at me in the 7-Eleven
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| Under fluorescent lights
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| We walked in comfy silence
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| Footsteps down familiar sidewalk
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| Knowing that we were here in our dreams last night
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| All my ghosts are with me
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| I know you feel them too
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| Ridin' shotgun next to your free Slurpee
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| They know all of my habits, but they don’t know about you
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| I hope that’s true
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| Mmm
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| Mmm, hmm
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| We made sangria and failed
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| I spilled mac and cheese on my pants
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| And thought about kissing you underneath kitchen lights
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| Oh, all my ghosts are with me
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| I know you feel them too
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| Oh, did you stand there while we were takin' shots of Brandy?
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| They know all of my habits, but they don’t know about you
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| I hope that’s true
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| I can see it now
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| The wedding of the year
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| I can see it now
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| He stands up there and wipes his tears
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| I can see it now
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| And all my ghosts disappear
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| I can see it crystal clear
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| You got a Slurpee for free
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| I caught you lookin' at me in the 7-Eleven
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| Under fluorescent lights
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| And all my ghosts were with me
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| I know you felt them too
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| Watchin' as I started to get dizzy
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| 'Cause I hate all my habits
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| But I happen to love you
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| I hope that’s true
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| (Fuck yeah)
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| Hahahaha
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| (Fuck yeah)
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| Hahahaha |