| I can remember us cruising through town
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| In your daddy’s car with the top pulled down
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| Looking so cool
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| We came from different sides of the track
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| But we still held hands out back of the old school
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| We spent all our time together
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| Laughing and having fun
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| We swore that we’d love forever
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| 'Cause that was the way things were done
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| At the old school
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| We both made it to our graduation
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| You chose a college
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| I chose a vocation driving eighteen wheels
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| I became a part of your past
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| You went and married some guy in your class
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| He was a big deal
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| Your picture was in all the papers
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| You made such a lovely bride
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| They said you were going places
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| But me, I just went for a ride
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| Down by the old school
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| I got married to a sweet, young girl
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| And kept driving for the line
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| Your husband made his mark on the world
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| Then he left you behind
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| In the big house
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| With the swimming pool
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| Now you drive your kids
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| Down to the old school
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| Now here we are at the reunion of the class
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| You ask my wife if we could have one dance
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| For the old times
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| We slow danced across the old gym floor
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| You whispered it could be just like before
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| «Call me sometime»
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| You asked if I understand you
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| «Well, yes I’m afraid I do»
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| You say everybody does it
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| Well, I don’t care if they do
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| I’m from the old school
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| I’m from the old school
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| Where hearts stay true
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| I’m from the old school
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| I thought you were too |