(Bobby Pinson/ Kris Bergsnes/ Jim McCormick)
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That '73 Monte Carlo
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Had a carload
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Of Schlitz and innocence
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Half a pack of daddy's cigarettes
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And a cassette of Jimi Hendrix
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We parked beside,
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The railroad tracks
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Kicked back and wondered what life would be life if we were presidents
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And let another day fade away,
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Wasting time well spent
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A million miles of dirt road dust
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Learning love and loving lust
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Tasting life as it came to us
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On a dead end road that had no end
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Wishing we could make time fly
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Not knowing it was flying by
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While we were making plans that didn't make sense
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Wasting time, wasting time, waisting time well spent
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She matched my tuxedo to a "T"
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In those pictures on my floor
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As I stared at me,
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I could finally see
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What she saw when she said she couldn't see me anymore
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But I'll never forget the night
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We parked that prom night ride on the side of the road we'd never been
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And let another day fade away,
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Wasting time well spent
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A million miles of dirt road dust
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Learning love and loving lust
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Tasting life as it came to us
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On a dead end road that had no end
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Wishing we could make time fly
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Not knowing it was flying by
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While we were making plans that didn't make sense
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Wasting time, wasting time, waisting time well spent
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A bittersweet what might have been
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Comes to mind now and then
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Makes me wanna go back again
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And waste some time
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Waste some time, waste some
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Time well spent
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Time Well Spent
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| Bobby Pinson |
