Running up the mileage
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Feeling like a pilot
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Flying down the PCH
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And if I'm being honest
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On that summer night in august
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I can still remember how those red lips tasted
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And how the back of the jeep
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Was 100 degrees
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And me touching the skin through the rips inside your jeans
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You see
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Hate the sand
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Love the beach
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But I'll be there if you promise me
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That you’ll be
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The only one to drive me crazy
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I need
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Something more than simple safety
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Don’t just let me go
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I need something more
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Do you need
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Someone who can drive you crazy
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Every time I pass the ocean
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Pulls me right back to the moment
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When you think about me does it come in waves?
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It does for me
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And how the back of the jeep
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Was 100 degrees
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And me touching the skin through the rips inside your jeans
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You see
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Hate the sand
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Love the beach
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But I'll be there if you promise me
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That you’ll be
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The only one to drive me crazy
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I need
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Something more than simple safety
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Don’t just let me go
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I need something more
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Do you need
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Someone who can drive you crazy
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