Summer after high school when we first metWe make out in your mustang to RadioheadAnd on my 18th BirthdayWe got matching tattoosUsed to steal your parents' liquorAnd climb to the roofTalk about our futureLike we had a clueNever planned that one dayI'd be losing youIn another lifeI would be your girlWe'd keep all our promisesBe us against the worldIn another lifeI would make you staySo I don't have to sayYou were the one that got awayThe one that got awayI was June and you were my Johnny CashNever one without the other, we made a pactSometimes when I miss youI put those records on (Whoa)Someone...
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