| Another west coast Saturday
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| And the shore gives me a crash and it’s gone
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| Just like the midnight getaway
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| When I ducked into a cabin, pushed on
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| She had a pretty face silhouette
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| And she told me that she liked how I kissed
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| What’s the point, point anyway?
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| Dreaming of this
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| 'Cause it’s gone, in the past
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| But we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| Know our love didn’t last
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| But we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| No, I won’t forget all the things she said
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| And the way she looked at me that night
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| 'Cause it’s stuck under glass
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| Yeah, we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| Books on the bed frame, countertop
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| She had papers on the dresser and drawers
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| Still hear her 'don't you ever stop'
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| We were laying in a room on the floor
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| She had a dark side underneath
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| But I never saw it peeking until
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| Sometimes she dances through my thoughts
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| But I know instead
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| That it’s gone, in the past
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| But we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| Know our love didn’t last
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| But we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| No, I won’t forget all the things she said
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| And the way she looked at me that night
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| 'Cause it’s stuck under glass
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| Yeah, we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| She’s not the one, hey, woah
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| But I think about it now and then
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| She’s not the one, hey, woah
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| When I close my eyes I see her face
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| But still, I know she’s not the one
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| I think about it now and then
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| But it’s gone, in the past
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| But we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| Know our love didn’t last
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| But we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| No, I won’t forget all the things she said
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| And the way she looked at me that night
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| 'Cause it’s stuck under glass
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| Yeah, we’ll always be together in the photograph
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| It’s better like that |