| Your hand on my leg while your other hand drives
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| You glance to the side
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| I’d tell you to focus, you’d swerve to the right
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| That’s how it used to be
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| You’d look at me before you’d turn the key
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| But now I can’t help but think
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| That maybe you fell out of love with me
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| 'Cause you keep your eyes on the road
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| Both hands on the wheel, you never let go
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| You don’t like to talk to me when
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| Your foot’s on the gas, say you’re focusing
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| I wish we would stop at a red
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| And you’d turn to say, you love me again
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| But you keep your eyes on the road
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| No matter what color the traffic lights glow
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| I used to hope
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| All the lights would be red or yellow
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| Now I hope for green
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| So I can pretend that’s why you ignore me
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| You don’t wanna talk
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| When I get in, you turn the music up
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| But I still buckle up
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| I’m holding on but I think that you’re done
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| 'Cause you keep your eyes on the road
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| Both hands on the wheel, you never let go
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| You don’t like to talk to me when
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| Your foot’s on the gas, say you’re focusing
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| I wish we would stop at a red
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| And you’d turn to say, you love me again
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| But you keep your eyes on the road
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| No matter what color the traffic lights glow
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| Every time that you pull up in the drive
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| I get in your car and think «Is this the last time?»
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| I’m holding my breath in the passenger’s side
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| Your safe driving has me scared for my life
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| 'Cause you keep your eyes on the road
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| Both hands on the wheel, you never let go
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| You don’t like to talk to me when
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| Your foot’s on the gas, say you’re focusing
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| I wish we would stop at a red
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| And you’d turn to say, you love me again
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| But you keep your eyes on the road
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| No matter what color the traffic lights glow
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| No matter what color the traffic lights glow
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| No matter what color the traffic lights glow |