| Stood out on the backroads
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| To see if you would come back
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| I hadn’t seen you in a little while
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| But I was ready to give another try
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| And someone told me that you moved to New York
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| When I wrote to you, you told me not to find you anymore
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| Is that how we gotta leave it?
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| 'Cause I’ll meet you anywhere you wanna go
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| We surrender our souls, but it takes more
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| You brought the apple juice, should I sip the yak?
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| Hennessy in my blood, I couldn’t let it show
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| Did I do the same for you, and would you hit the yak?
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| I tried to listen to my good sense
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| I tried to listen to my friend
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| But I wanna see you in your new life
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| Wanna see you standing at the city’s edge
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| And someone told me that you moved to New York
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| When I wrote to you, you told me not to find you anymore
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| Is that how we gotta leave it?
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| 'Cause I’ll meet you anywhere you wanna go
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| We surrender our souls, but it takes more
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| You brought the apple juice, should I sip the yak?
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| Hennessy in my blood, I couldn’t let it show
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| Did I do the same for you, and would you hit the yak?
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| We surrender our souls, but it takes more
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| You brought the apple juice, should I sip the yak?
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| Hennessy in my blood, I couldn’t let it show
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| Did I do the same for you, and would you hit the yak?
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| Would you hit the yak? |
| Would you hit the yak?
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| Would you hit the yak? |
| Would you hit the yak?
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| Would you hit the yak? |
| Oh, would you hit the yak? |