I knew you before
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Took a lifetime to forget
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But as my eyes meet yours
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I take all I can get
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Lay light up the shadows of my heart
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Return stolen works of art
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Yeah, you won¡¯t discern this moment
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Great, but I still remember you
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In that big, old, white Suburban
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And although you look right past me
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With disregard
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The first warm hand burned twice
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But gazing still at the ground
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More alone than I was then
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I have searched your eyes
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But they don¡¯t comprehend
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I crawl back into the shadows of my heart
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And just sit there in the dark
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Where you don¡¯t require the love you¡¯ll still take
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But I still remember you
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In that big, old, white Suburban
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And although you look right past me
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With disregard
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And although I¡¯ve since moved on
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And I¡¯ve been in love a few times
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There¡¯s still a piece of me
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That holds on to you
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¡®Cause love first won¡¯t happen twice
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Won¡¯t happen twice
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It won¡¯t happen twice
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I remember you
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In that big, old, white Suburban
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And although you look right past me
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With disregard
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And although I¡¯ve since moved on
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And I¡¯ve been in love a few times
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There¡¯s still a piece of me
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That can¡¯t let go of you
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¡®Cause the first won¡¯t happen twice
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White Suburban
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Skylar Grey |