| In the car, windows down
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| Drove just to hear the sound
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| In my head, what I found
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| Is all too familiar now
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| And I’m losing sleep love
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| Over all these simple things still I’m
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| Holding on to your old sweatshirt
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| The black one with the cigarette burns
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| It smells like your perfume
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| There’s always a part of me thats holding on to your
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| Deep green eyes and how they looked at mine
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| Polaroids of all those summer nights
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| Do you think of me too
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| There’s always a part of me that’s holding on to you
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| In my sight, out of reach
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| Close enough to hear you breathe
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| Feel the rush over me
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| With every single word you speak
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| And I’m losing sleep love
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| Over all these simple things still I’m
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| Holding on to your old sweatshirt
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| The black one with the cigarette burns
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| It smells like your perfume
|
| There’s always a part of me thats holding on to your
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| Deep green eyes and how they looked at mine
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| Polaroids of all those summer nights
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| Do you think of me too
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| There’s always a part of me that’s holding on to you |