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You were quiet and dark for a blonde and you Said you didn't wanna talk about it Then you dyed your hair it looked good but you Didn't look so good yourself There was tension in the air and you said that you Loved a boy that I liked I hit the gas 'cause I knew that you were more Important than romantic delight So we sat and we cried With Fleetwood Mac on your stereo And we laughed and we cried again But we're here We've got somewhere to go and we're still around (Baby, we're still around, baby) Yeah we're here I've got so much to tell you we're still around (Baby, we're still around, baby) (We're still around, baby) (We're still around, baby) Now I panic on trains, I got bangs, and I'm Singing at retirement parties Collecting hearts of men and melodies that feel like hitting repeat With every broken illusion I wonder if any of this is still beautiful But now you're blonde and we're driving to Zion And shit doesn't seem so bad So we laughed and we cried With Carole King on your stereo And we'll laugh and we'll drive again But we're here We've got somewhere to go and we're still around (Baby, we're still around, baby) Yeah we're here I've got so much to tell you we're still around (Baby, we're still around, baby) And I- Well I'd drive a thousand miles Just to sing that song with you And I'd pen a thousand different lines For the love you run into I'll be there watching your life go by And I'll ride it with you even if you're not sure Why Still around baby, we're still around baby Laugh and we'll cry laugh and we'll cry again Still around baby, we're still around baby Drive Still around baby, we're still around baby We'll laugh and we'll cry we'll laugh and we'll cry again Still around baby, we're still around baby