Summer after high school when we first met
We make out in you mustang to radio head
And on my 18th birthday we bought matching tattoos
Used to steal your parent's liquor, and climb to the roof
Talked about our future, like we had a clue
Never planned that one day I'd be losing you
In another life
I would be your girl
We keep all our promises be us against the world
In another life
I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away
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