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And maybe we're just kids who've grown, and maybe not, |
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And maybe when we're on our own, we don't have much, |
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But oh, we are young and not tired of it, |
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Oh, we are young and easily lead, |
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Oh, with all the kids getting out of their heads, |
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Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry? |
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Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry between us? |
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And maybe we're just Streatham trash, and maybe not, |
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And maybe we're just capital flash in a stupid love, |
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But oh, we are young and not tired of it, |
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Oh we are young and easily lead, |
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Oh, by all the kids getting out of our heads, |
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Oh, Class A, Class B, is that the only chemistry? |
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Oh, Class A, Class B, is htat the only chemistry between us? |