| Don’t you remember the last time
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| I was speeding down this highway
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| And Anna slept in the backseat
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| Dreaming in the autumn heat
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| And we turned up the country radio and
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| Said if you want me just say so
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| And I slicked back my hair in the wind
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| And I told you I didn’t want my picture taken
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| But you snapped it anyway now I guess now
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| I guess you won’t have trouble remembering me someday, someday
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| So I floored it, swerved around the lanes
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| And I kept wishing it was you
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| Instead of me behind the wheel
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| So maybe with my camera I could steal a shot of you
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| And go home to put in my room
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| And I told you I didn’t want my picture taken
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| But you snapped it anyway now I guess now
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| I guess you won’t have trouble remembering me someday, someday
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| But maybe, you’ll never remember me
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| Maybe my face will lose these scars
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| Cause sometimes they keep me home at night
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| Where I duck under the covers and wince when I see the light
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| (whoa oa whoa oa whoa oa whoa oa)
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| And I told you I didn’t want my picture taken
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| But you snapped it anyway now I guess now
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| I guess you won’t have trouble remembering me someday, someday
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| Yeah |