| Try to conjure up a night
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| Of jessamine upon the air
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| I’m seventeen and in a car
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| Ready to ride anywhere
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| This summer night sticks to my skin
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| And the beer’s gone to my head
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| My arm hangs out the window
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| And I can’t hear what you just said
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| Over the radio
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| Wild, wild horses
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| Everything you’ll ever know
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| Is in the choruses
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| Everything that made you whole
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| Everything that broke your heart
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| Whatever called you by your soul
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| And piece by piece took you apart
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| Every spark you ever chased
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| All the faith love robbed you of
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| Every light the dark erased
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| Every cause that gave you up
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| Turn on the radio
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| Wild, wild horses
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| Everywhere we’d ever go
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| Is in the choruses
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| Standing on the porch tonight
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| All I hear is a distant car
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| Watching the fading light
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| Between the dirt and the stars
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| Between the rough and smooth
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| And the easy and the hard
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| The lonely sound of loneliness
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| That’s shaped just like my heart
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| Years will pass before we turn
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| To face the place where we come from
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| Years will pass before we learn
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| What time denies to everyone
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| If we’re lucky ghosts and prayers
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| Are company, not enemies
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| I time travel straight back there
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| When you were singing back to me
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| Along with the radio
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| Wild, wild horses
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| Everything we’ll ever know
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| Is in the choruses
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| Over the radio
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| Wild, wild horses
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| Everywhere we’ll ever go
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| Is in the choruses |