There used to be an old set of keys
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with that picture of you and me in love
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but time is mean and it puts miles between
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what you really want and what becomes
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I still don't know which turn was wrong
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So I get lost behind the wheel in a midnight drive I swear I feel you riding right there next to me taking up that empty seat
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In a rear view mirror I disappear, hoping I might find you here
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so I get lost, yeah I get lost, lost behind the wheel
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Didn't need a map just a full tank of gas
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with those feet on the dash we sang our song
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the thing with the past is I can't get it back
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and I'm still not sure which turn I took was wrong
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but the road that lead me here had left you gone, gone, gone
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So I get lost behind the wheel in a midnight drive I swear I feel you riding right there next to me taking up that empty seat
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In a rear view mirror I disappear, hoping I might find you here
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so I get lost, yeah I get lost, lost behind the wheel
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Lost Behind The Wheel
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| Jamestown Story |
