| Weekend bracelets on
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| Blast our favorite songs
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| And I know what’s dead is gone
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| But there’s something holding on
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| When I think back to the ways
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| Where I would steer
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| From the passenger side
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| While you slip your bra
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| From your ripped t shirt
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| Cause it’s hot as a mother
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| Got sweat on each other yeah
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| I miss those desert drives
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| From the passenger side
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| From the passenger side
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| I miss those desert drives
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| From the passenger side
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| Get me through state lines
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| Precious cargo rides
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| And I wonder where you are now
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| Are you riding with your top down
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| With somebody else now
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| Does he keep you in the lines
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| Where I would steer
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| From the passenger side
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| While you slip your bra
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| From your ripped t shirt
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| Cause it’s hot as a mother
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| Got sweat on each other yeah
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| I miss those desert drives
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| From the passenger side
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| From the passenger side
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| I miss those desert drives
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| From the passenger side
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| I feel that you might have always been right
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| And we may not find partners in crime
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| Better in life than we’ve had this whole time
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| So if you’re alone just watching the sky
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| Losing your mind and you don’t know why
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| And you wanna try going for one more ride
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| I could steer from the passenger side
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| While you switch the song
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| From your cracked iPhone
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| As we fall from each other
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| On quest for new lovers yeah
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| I miss those Vegas lights
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| From the passenger side
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| From the passenger side
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| I miss those desert drives
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| From the passenger side |