| I’m stuck on a memory of you dancing
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| In a backyard in North Jersey
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| You’re holding sparklers and silhouetted
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| By the porch lights on a summer evening
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| So while I’m pulling my gloves off with my teeth
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| It occurred to me you used to be happy
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| I curse the dashboard heat
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| It’s fucking freezing
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| Asleep in the backseat, oh, god, I’m shaking
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| I’m empty. |
| I feel so damn empty
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| Well, I keep thinking that I’ll feel better
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| When it’s warmer across state lines
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| Now I’m scraping ice off of the windshield
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| With a piece of broken taillight
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| And oh, I wouldn’t quite call it homesick
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| But I keep seeing your face in the northbound traffic
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| I curse the dashboard heat
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| It’s fucking freezing
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| Asleep in the backseat, oh, god, I’m shaking
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| I’m empty. |
| I feel so damn empty
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| Well, I’m gonna go to Georgia
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| I’m gonna smile in the sun
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| I’m gonna pick you some wild day-lilies and I’m gonna hold on to ‘em
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| I’m gonna keep ‘em in my pocket 'til you let me back home
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| Oh, I’m gonna go to Georgia and I’m coming back whole
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| I curse the dashboard heat
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| It’s fucking freezing
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| Asleep in the backseat, oh, god, I’m shaking
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| I’m empty. |
| I feel so damn empty
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| I curse the dashboard heat
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| It’s fucking freezing
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| Asleep in the backseat, oh, god, I’m shaking
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| I’m empty. |
| I feel so damn empty |