We stood there, by your front door
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And I felt stupid when you said
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I think I need some time
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I was hoping that we could talk about it
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Why you feel like you've been missing out
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But then you went inside
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I thought I could get over you
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But as I pulled away
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I looked around my car...no way
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Because your cigarettes are in my back seat
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And I can't get very far listening to the CD mix you made me
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There's your lipstick on my floorboard
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Your footprints on the dashboard
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You're everywhere but by my side
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And I can't drive
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Now I'm passing all the places
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That we used to go like the road
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We used to make out on
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And that girl's house
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Who threw the party
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Where we finished all the alcohol
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And passed out on the lawn
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Now I'm staring at my phone
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Afraid in the unknown
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It's hard to just let go...when your
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Cigarettes are in my back seat
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And I can't get very far listening to the CD mix you made me
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There's your lipstick on my floorboard
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Your footprints on the dashboard
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You're everywhere but by my side
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And I can't drive
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And my video camera
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Holds all the memories
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I wish we could rewind
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But your cigarettes are in my back seat
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And I can't get very far listening to the CD mix you made me
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I can't drive
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Your cigarettes are in my back seat
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Your footprints on the dashboard
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You're everywhere...everywhere
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And I can't drive
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I can't drive
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Drive
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Frickin' A |