You've seen this place before
In a movie or a dream
Or on a summer night
When you were just eighteen
The orange glow of the streetlights
The sprinklers gentle rain
The chevy in her driveway
Still parked beneath the shade
You could call her now
You could go where you once sat
But no matter how you try
You cannot go back
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