| It’s nice to hear you knock at my door again
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| Good to see you turn your heel
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| And now I’m feeling like I can laugh again
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| Caught a glimpse and I can tell
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| That you wouldn’t want me to look at you that way
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| Oh, I don’t want you to look at me that way
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| 'Cause we’re kicking rocks in the parking lot
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| Watching you slip away in a fog of exhaust
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| And the headlights flash on the broken glass
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| You speak like the heat on the overpass
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| And it moves me right
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| And it moves me right
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| It’s nice to hear you call out my name again
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| At the bus stop in your flat-top
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| We didn’t know each other when we were kids
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| But I’m sure that if we did
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| That you’d just want me to look at you that way
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| Oh, I just want you to look at me that way
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| 'Cause w’re kicking rocks in the parking lot
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| Watching you slip away in a fog of exhaust
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| And th headlights flash on the broken glass
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| You speak like the heat on the overpass
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| And it moves me right
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| And it moves me right
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| Like I’m 17
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| Hoping I’m not just some kid
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| Who got lost at the party
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| Like I’m 17
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| Hoping you’ll wake up one morning
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| And realize you love me
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| 'Cause
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| We’re kicking rocks in the parking lot
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| Watching you slip away in a fog of exhaust
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| And the headlights flash on the broken glass
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| You speak like the heat on the overpass
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| And it moves me right
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| And it moves me right
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| And it moves me right
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| And it moves me right |