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I watched you board an airplane. A high dive from the summer’s heat wave, down.

A bit tongue and a taste of iron. Sweethearts that high school soured, now.

Our time had grown to a closing. You moved when you ran out of money to stay.

Your parents’ house in Ohio. Your old bed replaced with a treadmill, now.

Well I come here more than you know. And I’m sure you think I’ve outgrown you, but I couldn’t.

Oh, I did it again, I did it again

Oh, I did it again

Oh, I must still want you

Our names carved in the pavement. Sealed by what’s left of our handprints now.

I told my mom she’d love to meet you, but it’s too bad she won’t get the chance to

Oh, I did it again, I know I did it again, oh

Oh, I did it again

I must still want you

And I’ll not be part to blame

And I’ll not be part to blame

You’re some old man’s new trophy, locked up in some house in New Jersey.

Now money’s not a problem, but 20 years it seems you’ve forgotten Malibu β€˜92.