Damn You Seventeen
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I
still
smell
the
smoke,
I
still
taste
the
Crown
I
still
feel
the
vinyl
of
the
backseat
With
the
windows
halfway
down
Yeah,
I
still
hear
"Pour
Some
Sugar
On
Me"
in
the
tape
deck
With
both
of
us
singing
along
And
I
still
hear
me
saying,
"Baby,
not
yet,
not
yet"
We
talk
about
our
memory
Damn,
girl,
you
put
a
few
on
me,
on
me
Love
pulled
out
like
a
limo
onto
the
highway
after
the
prom
Time
ran
down
like
a
scoreboard
on
the
last
hail
mary
bomb
And
my
heart's
still
stuck
at
a
stoplight
With
you
sitting
there
next
to
me
And
the
red
light
won't
turn
green
Yeah,
it
won't
turn
green
Damn
you,
seventeen
Damn
you,
seventeen
I
still
smell
your
hair,
I
still
taste
the
salt
Mixed
with
the
cherry
on
your
lips
Afraid
your
momma
might
come
home
I
still
see
all
of
your
vintage
rock
and
roll
t-shirts
Hanging
on
your
closet
door
Back
when
we
really
didn't
know
what
we
were
What
we
were
We
talk
about
our
heartache
I'm
still
wearing
out
the
replay,
replay
Love
pulled
out
like
a
limo
onto
the
highway
after
the
prom
Time
ran
down
like
a
scoreboard
on
the
last
hail
mary
bomb
And
my
heart's
still
stuck
at
a
stoplight
With
you
sitting
there
next
to
me
And
the
red
light
won't
turn
green
Yeah,
it
won't
turn
green
Damn
you,
seventeen
Damn
you,
seventeen
Well,
I
want
to
call
But
I
bet
your
number's
changed
a
couple
times
A
couple
towns
ago,
but
I
can't
let
you
go
Love
pulled
out
like
a
limo
onto
the
highway
after
the
prom
Time
ran
down
like
a
scoreboard
on
the
last
hail
mary
bomb
And
my
heart's
still
stuck
at
a
stoplight
With
you
sitting
there
next
to
me
And
the
red
light
won't
turn
green
No,
it
won't
turn
green
Damn
you,
seventeen
Damn
you,
seventeen
Autor: Lady Antebellum
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