Ain't it funny how some things take you back?
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And the here and now just fades to black
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When I pull that blue tarp off of that time machine
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Man, it hits me
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Seventeen years old running on dumb luck
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Spent the whole damn summer
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Living in that truck
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Them old tires still covered in that mud
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Like it sticks with me, in my blood
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When life was nothing more than living for the night
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Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
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Good old days don't wash away
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Just like that Georgia Clay
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Only one of my friends with a Fake I.D.
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It made the hometown celebrity
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Used to put her in park in a vacant lot
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And I still can't believe we never got caught
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When life was nothing more than living for the night
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Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
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Good old days don't wash away
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Just like that Georgia clay
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All over everything, every last memory
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Man it's all coming back to me...
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Ain't it funny how some things take you back?
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When life was nothing more than living for the night
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Just trying to steal a kiss on a tailgate of that ride
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Good old days don't wash away
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Man, some things they just don't change
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Just like that Georgia clay
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All over everything, every last memory,
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It's all coming back to me
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Georgia Clay
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Josh Kelley |