| When I was a little younger
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| All we had was Shelby avenue
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| Lights were dim and songs were singing
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| All the things I couldn’t say to you
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| Stolen glances, happenstance and
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| Home wasn’t out on that open road
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| Under the midnight blue
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| Nowhere to be, nowhere to go
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| But there was nothing I would rather do
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| Just me and you and Shelby avenue
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| Eyes were closed and mouth were open
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| Hoping that the sun would never rise
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| Salt on skin and something building
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| All those nights we damn near lost our minds
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| And I was yours and I was yours back when
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| Home wasn’t out on that open road
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| Under the midnight blue
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| Nowhere to be, nowhere to go
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| But there was nothing I would rather do
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| Just me and you and Shelby avenue
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| Sometimes my mind
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| Wanders off and I might wish
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| That I could be back there with you
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| When home wasn’t out on that open road
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| Under the midnight blue
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| Nowhere to be, nowhere to go
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| But there was nothing I would rather do
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| Just me and you and Shelby avenue
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| Just me and you and Shelby avenue |