| I knew you before
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| Took a lifetime to forget
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| But as my eyes meet yours
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| I take all I can get
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| Lay light up the shadows of my heart
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| Return stolen works of art
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| Yeah, you won’t discern this moment
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| Great, but I still remember you
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| In that big, old, white Suburban
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| And although you look right past me With disregard
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| The first warm hand burned twice
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| But gazing still at the ground
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| More alone than I was then
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| I have searched your eyes
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| But they don’t comprehend
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| I crawl back into the shadows of my heart
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| And just sit there in the dark
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| Where you don’t require the love you’ll still take
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| But I still remember you
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| In that big, old, white Suburban
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| And although you look right past me With disregard
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| And although I’ve since moved on And I’ve been in love a few times
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| There’s still a piece of me That holds on to you
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| ‘Cause love first won’t happen twice
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| Won’t happen twice
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| It won’t happen twice
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| I remember you
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| In that big, old, white Suburban
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| And although you look right past me With disregard
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| And although I’ve since moved on And I’ve been in love a few times
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| There’s still a piece of me That can’t let go of you
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| ‘Cause the first won’t happen twice |