| It was the summer before our senior year
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| I was packing up my life in an Econoline
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| While she was trying dresses on and playing house
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| Standing in the drive to watch me backing out
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| I got home before September starts to catch a chill
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| And we sat and talked about how much we both had changed
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| I’d been a bad boy, too late to go back then
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| Maybe someday we can end up friends, and there’s
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| So many things I can’t believe, well I can’t believe
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| We were seventeen, we were seventeen
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| And now I’m lost at the drive in lost in the car
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| Guess when you lose someone you find out who you are
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| And I’m rolled up, broken in and moving along, I’m moving along
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| But all I got left
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| Is coffee and cigarettes
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| Mixtapes on old cassettes
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| And a picture that you put in a letter
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| You were the best
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| The best that I ever had
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| Baby you got me bad
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| You always said that you would wait forever
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| And now you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| You’re gone
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| I heard she met someone in college, looks a bit like me
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| Moved back to boston for her law degree
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| While I was stamping postcards, a summer song
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| I think about her when the televisions on
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| I went back for the reunion and we reminisced
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| She had on sensible shoes and said
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| «it's good to see you’re still the guy I used it know»
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| And then a breath, and a sideways hug that I could not forget
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| And there’s so many things I can’t believe, well I can’t believe
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| We were seventeen, we were seventeen
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| And now I’m lost at the motel, lost at the bar
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| And looking back at her is still the hardest part
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| Gotta let go, let go, start moving along, moving along
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| Cause all I got left
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| Is coffee and cigarettes
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| Mixtapes on old cassettes
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| And a picture that you put in a letter
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| You were the best
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| The best that I ever had
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| Baby you got me bad
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| You always said that you would wait forever
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| And now you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| You’re gone
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| Now you’re gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
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| You’re gone
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| And all I got left
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| Is coffee and cigarettes |