I’ve been here before
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The sky seems so familiar
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Empty pockets just like last time,
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salt and lust; my back-seat driver
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I knew you when
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I can hear my pulse behind my ears and my throat,
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salt and lust; my back-seat driver
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I Knew You When
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| Paulson |
