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'Twas the summer before our senior year
I was packing up my life in an Econoline
While she was trying dresses on, playing house
Standing in the drive to watch me backing out
I got home before September starts to catch a chill
We sat and talked about how much we both had changed
I've been a bad boy, too late to go back then
Maybe someday we can end up friends
And there's

So many things I can't believe
Well, I can't believe
We were 17, we were 17

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And now I'm lost at the drive-in, lost in the car
Guess when you lose someone you find out who you are
And I'm rolled up, broken in
I'm moving along
I'm moving along

But all I've got left
Is coffee and cigarettes
Mixtapes on old cassettes
And a picture that you put in a letter
You were the best, the best that I've ever had
Baby, you got me bad
You always said that you would wait forever
Now you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
You're gone

I heard she met someone in college
He looks a bit like me
Moved back to Boston for her law degree
While I was stamping postcards, a summer song
I think about her when the television's on
I went back for the reunion and we reminisced
She had on sensible shoes and said
"It's good to see you, you're still the guy I used to know"
And then a breath, and a sideways hug that I cannot forget
And there's

So many things I can't believe
Well, I can't believe
We were 17, we were 17

And now I'm lost at the motel, lost at the bar
Looking back at her, it's still the hardest part
Gotta let go, let go
Start moving along, moving along

'Cause all I've got left
Is coffee and cigarettes, mixtapes on old cassettes
And a picture that you put in a letter
You were the best, the best that I've ever had
Baby, you got me bad
You always said that you would wait forever
And now you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
You're gone
Now you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
You're gone

And all I've got left
Is coffee and cigarettes
Mmm-mmm

Mmm-mmm

Coffee and cigarettes

Coffee and cigarettes

Coffee and cigarettes

Coffee and cigarettes

Cigarettes
Coffee and cigarettes

Writer(s): Martin Johnson

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