| I can taste your lemonade
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| Bittersweet like every summer fling
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| And keeping up with all your stories
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| Talking to your ghost when I’m asleep
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| No you’re never really dead to me Maybe that’s the mystery of us
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| I use to think when you were gone
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| I would still hear voices in the halls
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| I could feel the red rain on me
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| I can see you shaking when I kiss
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| You still hit me like a buzz
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| Seventeen and drunk enough to wish
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| And you really got your hooks on me Maybe that’s the punishment for love
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| I still stay up late at night
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| Trying to hear your voices in the halls
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| In the halls
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| In the halls
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| In the halls
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| You could hear me late at night
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| Singing to the voices in the halls
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| Every time we drive the coast
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| Heading toward Las Vegas in your car?
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| Playing on your broken speakers
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| Me asleep and warm inside your arms
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| No it’s never like what it used to be Maybe it’s just never really was
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| But every night when I get home
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| I can hear your voices in the halls
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| Every night when I’m alone
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| I can hear your voices in the halls |