| Your mama worked nights in the Texaco light
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| Your daddy was a rolling stone
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| I was in a band that was catching some fire
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| And I said that you could come along
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| We were too big for that little old city
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| So we took it far as it could go
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| Yeah, we spent the whole summer
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| Just chasing that sun all the way down to Mexico
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| Underneath the moon with the radio playing
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| Tangled in blue, I remember you saying
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| «Baby don’t move, just let me look at you»
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| Just like this now
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| You held up your hands in the shape of a camera
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| Took a snapshot so you’d always remember
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| The world we knew, before it faded away
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| Into those holy days
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| Well every now and then
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| I take a hit of that wind
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| When it smells like a summer rain
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| Yeah, and when I shoot tequila with a salty hand
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| It brings me right back again
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| Yeah, and I wonder where you are
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| Probably in some shiny car
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| Cutting lanes down the 101
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| You never could say goodbye or color in the lines
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| Yeah, baby, you were raised to run
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| Underneath the moon with the radio playing
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| Tangled in blue, I remember you saying
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| «Baby don’t move, just let me look at you»
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| Just like this now
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| You held up your hands in the shape of a camera
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| Took a snapshot so you’d always remember
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| The world we knew, before it faded away
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| Into those holy days
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| Underneath the moon with the radio playing
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| Tangled in blue, I remember you saying
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| «Baby don’t move, just let me look at you»
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| Just like this now
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| You held up your hands in the shape of a camera
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| Took a snapshot so you’d always remember
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| The world we knew, before it faded away
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| Into those holy days, holy days |