| If I wanted to know who you were hanging with
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| While I was gone, I would have asked you
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| It's the kind of cold, fogs up windshield glass
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| But I felt it when I passed you
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| There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me
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| But if it's all the same to you
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| It's the same to me
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| So we could call it even
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| You could call me "babe" for the weekend
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| 'Tis the damn season, write this down
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| I'm stayin' at my parents' house
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| And the road not taken looks real good now
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| And it always leads to you and my hometown
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| I parkеd my car right between the Methodist
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| And thе school that used to be ours
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| The holidays linger like bad perfume
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| You can run, but only so far
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| I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave
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| But if it's okay with you, it's okay with me
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| We could call it even
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| You could call me "babe" for the weekend
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| 'Tis the damn season, write this down
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| I'm stayin' at my parents' house
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| And the road not taken looks real good now
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| Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
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| Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
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| We could just ride around
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| And the road not taken looks real good now
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| And it always leads to you and my hometown
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| Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake
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| I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay
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| So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends
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| Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it
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| And wonder about the only soul
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| Who can tell which smiles I'm fakin'
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| And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own
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| To leave the warmest bed I've ever known
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| We could call it even
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| Even though I'm leavin'
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| And I'll be yours for the weekend
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| 'Tis the damn season
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| We could call it even
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| You could call me "babe" for the weekend
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| 'Tis the damn season, write this down
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| I'm stayin' at my parents' house
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| And the road not taken looks real good now
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| Time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires
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| Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out
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| We could just ride around
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| And the road not taken looks real good now
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| And it always leads to you and my hometown
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| It always leads to you and my hometown |