| Meet me at the gate
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| Darlin', don’t be late
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| The top’s already rolled down
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| The bed’s already made
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| I’m still so impatient
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| Some things never change
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| You’re still takin' your sweet time
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| It still drives me insane
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| I’m still wearin' my faded T-shirt
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| Driving an orange Beamer
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| One more goodbye, then I’ll be on my way
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| So darlin', don’t be late
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| You were never happy
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| And I was never home
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| Those two things were related
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| Which came first, I’ll never know
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| But none of that shit matters now
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| 'Cause no one’s keepin' score
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| And no one’s gonna judge you
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| When you walk through that door
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| I will be waiting for ya
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| Wearing my faded T-shirt
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| Driving an orange Beamer
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| One more goodbye, then I’ll be on my way
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| So darlin', don’t be late
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| I know that you’re worried
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| That you’re getting close
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| To giving up the good fight
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| And heading for the coast
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| So when you meet that moment
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| Just know that you’ll be safe
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| I’ll catch you on the flip side
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| Of that white marshmallow haze
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| But you know that I hate to wait
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| I’ll be
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| Wearing my faded T-shirt
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| Driving an orange Beamer
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| I’ll be smokin' Elysian reefer
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| I’ve been waiting too long just to see ya
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| So I can kiss you goodbye, then I’ll be on my way
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| So darlin', don’t be late |