| The last time I saw you
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| My guitar had just been stolen out the back of a car
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| And you were showing The Hemlock the scars of your recent break-up
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| We went searching all over town
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| Turned the city upside-down
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| But I forgot what was going on when you lit that place up
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| My throat was dry
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| But there was vodka flowing down from the summer sky
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| And in the Tenderloin that night, I felt a brand new spark now
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| We were talking after the show
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| Back at ten-ten-and-a-half
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| Wanted to tell you that no guitar could fix our broken hearts now
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| But hold on, the best things happen
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| When you don’t know what’s going on
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| Slow down and don’t say nothing
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| Just remember that we’re still young
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| And kinda … dumb
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| Young and dumb
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| But hold on, the best things happen
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| When you don’t know what’s going on
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| Slow down and don’t say nothing
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| 'Cause the best things in love are still waiting to come
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| Hold on, the best things happen
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| When you don’t know what’s going on
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| Slow down and quit your yappin'
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| Just remember that we’re still young
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| And kinda dumb
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| Young and dumb |