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Track: Pontiac
Artist: Mat Kearney
Album: January Flower

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Name: Mat Kearney
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American singer-songwriter born in Eugene, Oregon, on December 1, 1978), now based in Nashville, Tennessee.

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Release: Mat Kearney - January Flower: Acoustic
Year: 2021
Genres: Rock, Pop

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LYRICS

I used to worry about nothing
Said I'd never grow up, and
I fell in love and it was enough until it wasn't
I used to dream that we could make it
But now I'm workin' on a paycheck
And the voice on the line says I'm doing fine
Can you tell that I'm faking?

And we watched our friends play the same old game
And we all pretend that we're okay
When we wanna say

Take me back to the time when getting old was turning twenty-five
The single CD that you burned me, you playеd it back
The way we laugh, windows down
Rolling 'round the south sidе of town
On your flip phone, you told your dad, no, you wouldn't crash
Maybe we went too fast
In your Pontiac

My mama worried about my marriage
But now I'm worried about my parents
You could try to run from what runs in your blood
But you still gotta share it

And we watch our friends play the same old game
And we all pretend that we're okay
When we wanna say

Take me back to the time when getting old was turning twenty-five
The single CD that you burned me, we played it back
The way we laugh, windows down
Rolling 'round the south side of town
On your flip phone, you told your dad, no, you wouldn't crash
Maybe we went too fast
In your Pontiac

I used to worry 'bout real life
Until I fell into your eyes
I fell in love and it was enough to make me realize

You take me back to the time when getting old was turning twenty-five
The single CD that you burned me, we played it back
The way we laughed, windows down
Rolling 'round the south side of town
On your flip phone, you told your dad, no, you wouldn't crash
Maybe we went too fast
Maybe we went too—
Maybe we went too fast
In your Pontiac