| Sometimes you cross my mind on the first pull of a smoke
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| We’re in my old Jeep running down a rock creek road
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| There’s nothing up ahead just a million miles to go
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| The first node to hotel California and am back
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| Floating down the river me and you and our six pack
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| Your lips don’t leave my lips, till longer after the sky turns black
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| Everybody sees a different seen when you
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| Get hit with a memory
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| Mine’s always you and me
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| Fighting down the Summer breeze
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| Long kiss, a high school ring
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| Young love running wild and free
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| Everybody’s got a place that they go to
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| I go back to you
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| Sometimes it really don’t take much to set it off
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| Might be the first smell of a fire in the fog
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| That makes me close my eyes and wonder until am lost
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| I go back to
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| We breaking in, in an abandon house
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| We lay down, naked on the ground
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| And riding fast and the rain fell down
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| People have so much to lose
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| Come on girl, tell me the truth
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| Don’t you ever go there too
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| Cause I go back to you
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| Back to you
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| I go back to you |