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We’re singing in the car, getting lost upstate
Autumn leaves falling down like pieces into place
And I can picture it after all these days
And I know it’s long gone and that magic’s not here no more
And I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all
‘Cause there we are again on that little town street
You almost ran the red ’cause you were looking over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well

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