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Hey, I was just thinking that maybe you don't need to waste |
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Some of the best days of your lives, trying so hard to abide |
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By some preset list of rules |
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Talking about conviction |
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When you haven't even been convinced of anything yet |
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Just stressing about letting down all your friends |
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It's like having your mom pick out your clothes for you |
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You're still too young to know where you stand on anything yet |
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And there is nothing wrong with that |
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It might be kinda fun to get to know yourself a little while |
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Take a left at every fork, stare into every cloud |
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On the journey to find what's in your heart the only thing to be united |
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with is that pulsing in your veins |
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But seriously, **** all that for a while |
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What's the point of being a kid |
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If you are not gonna run wild and break every stupid rule |
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Even the ones that make those bands seem cool |
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You might as well hang out at church |
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Mark my words |
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There's still so much that you have yet to learn |
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Your strongest beliefs the ones that will see you through |
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Will come to you when least expected |
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They can't be forced, will not be shaped to fit |
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Truth does not come when called |
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And if you're only young once and these days, they move fast |
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Why would you waste one second of them |
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Falling in line, following rules |
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It sounds so simple but I know it's ****ing hard |
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It's gonna take a little while to find out exactly who you are |
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But then maybe the day won't come |
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When you have to turn your back |
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One all those things that you once stood for |
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Left behind like some old pile of shirts |
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I've seen it happen so many times before |
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Spit in the face of a sacred oath |
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That some of us took when ready |