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It’s 2am in your car, windows down, I pass my street, the memories start
You say it’s in the past, and drive straight ahead
You think I’m gonna hate you now ‘cause you still don’t know what I never said
It’s 2am in my room, headlights pass the window pane, I think of you
We’re a crooked love in a straight line down
(It) makes you want to run and hide, then it makes you turn right back around
2am, here we are, (I) see your face, (you) hear my voice in the dark
We’re a crooked love in a straight line down
(I) guess you want to run and hide but it made us turn right back around