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I could see our fingers all intertwined |
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With all your wrinkles perfectly suiting mine |
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Oh, somewhere down the line |
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Probably we'd run out of things to do |
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Holding onto what's left of our fleeting youth |
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But what else can you do? |
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Driving home tonight, |
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I didn't see the lights |
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I was just watching you sleep in shotgun |
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I could have crashed the car |
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I could tell our summer was just in bloom |
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Opened up the windows in the bedroom |
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When you woke me up at noon |
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Oh, I was waiting for summer to turn to fall |
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Sick and tired of everything moving at a crawl |
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If it moved at all |
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Driving home tonight, |
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I didn't see the lights |
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I was just watching you sleep in shotgun |
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I could have crashed the car |
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As long as there's something to see |
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I'll see it with you |
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As long as the days can seem |
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We'll find something to do |
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And if ever your love should leave |
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Just swear you'll follow it through |
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And I swear |
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I'll always follow you |
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You have spent your better years bored with me |
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Sat about waiting for eventually |
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Which I can't wait to see |
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As long as there's something to see |
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I'll see it with you |
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As long as the days can seem |
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We'll find something to do |
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If ever your love should leave |
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Just swear you'll follow it through |
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And I swear |
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I'll always follow you |
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I swear I'll always follow you |
