| I hear your favorite song,
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| As it blows through the speakers,
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| Of this old car,
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| I remember driving up to the top of the Beverly Hills,
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| We fogged up the windows,
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| Kissed by the streetlight
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| Oh, Look at these hands,
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| See what they’ve done,
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| It’s hard to remember this,
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| Cause we were having so much fun,
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| Oh, I was your man,
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| but that’s over and done,
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| Well I miss your shiny lips,
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| And the way you chased the sun,
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| Oh, chased the sun
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| I watched you put your makeup on,
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| Then rode through a red light
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| No hands on the wheel,
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| You always wanna hotbox us on the freeway
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| And you’d tell me to drive home,
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| With the headlights off
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| Yeah, Look at these hands,
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| See what they’ve done,
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| It’s hard to remember this,
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| Cause we were having so much fun,
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| Oh, I was your man,
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| but that’s over and done,
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| Well I miss your shiny lips,
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| And the way you chased the sun
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| Was it the way that you smile,
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| Or was it the way that you laughed at life,
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| So flick a nickel anytime,
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| I would always make you mine,
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| Even through the headlights,
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| Oh, flick a nickel anytime,
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| I would always make you mine,
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| Even through the red lights,
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| Now baby
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| Look at these hands,
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| See what they’ve done,
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| It’s hard to remember this,
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| Cause we were having so much fun,
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| Oh, I was your man,
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| but that’s over and done,
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| Well I miss your shiny lips,
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| And the way you chased the sun
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| Look at these hands,
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| See what they’ve done,
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| It’s hard to remember this,
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| Cause we were having so much fun,
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| Oh, I was your man,
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| but that’s over and done,
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| Well I miss your shiny lips,
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| And the way you chased the sun… |