| I knew I’d see her around
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| I’d be at some party, she’d show up and I’d be walking out
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| Or across some parking lot hiding behind her sister
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| I’d look up, she’d be at the red light beside me
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| In that white Maxima with the sticker on the back
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| I’d act like I didn’t see her
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| We’d pay at the same pumps
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| Flip through the same stations
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| And slow down for the same curves
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| Run around with the same crowds
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| We just needed some time
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| She could get on with her life and I’d get on with mine
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| Thought I would be fine, heh, but maybe not
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| I knew she’d find a way to get over me
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| But I’d never thought that…
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| She would get down with somebody I know
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| I guess that’s just how it goes
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| When you break up in a small town
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| I see our friends and they put on a show
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| Like they don’t want me to know
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| So they give me the go-around
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| But there’s only so many streets, so many lights
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| I swear it’s like I can’t even leave my house
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| I should’ve known all along
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| You gotta move or move on
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| When you break up in a small town
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| For a while I guess they were keeping it low-key
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| But now it’s like these county lines are closing in on me
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| I see 'em everywhere together
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| And it’s hitting a little too close to home
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| She’s so far gone, but she didn’t go far
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| She was over me before the grass grew back where she used to park her car
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| She’s leaving those same marks in someone else’s yard
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| In someone else’s arms right down the road
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| And I never thought that…
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| She would get down with somebody I know
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| I guess that’s just how it goes
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| When you break up in a small town
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| I see our friends and they put on a show
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| Like they don’t want me to know
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| So they give me the go-around
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| But there’s only so many streets, so many lights
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| I swear it’s like I can’t even leave my house
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| I should’ve known all along
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| You gotta move or move on
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| When you break up in a small town
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| Her mailbox is seven minutes from mine
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| And I drive into town sometimes I see you sittin' there with him
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| And I wanna jump out
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| I wanna fight
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| I wanna say, «…that guy!» |
| but I can’t
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| It’s my fault, I let her go
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| I never thought that…
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| She would get down with somebody I know
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| I guess that’s just how it goes
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| When you break up in a small town
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| I see our friends and they put on a show
|
| They don’t want me to know
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| So they give me the go-around
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| But there’s only so many streets, so many lights
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| I swear it’s like I can’t even leave my house
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| I should’ve known all along
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| You gotta move or move on
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| When you break up in a small town |