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Who knows how much is left |
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And I always want what I can't get |
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But it calms my nerves, and it helps me learn |
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That I can stand beside my friends |
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And laugh until the very end |
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Spark fires with lighters and blaze where no one finds us |
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Keep myself sane for one more day |
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And maybe when I'm older |
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I'll give up shrug my shoulders |
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And watch myself become like the rest |
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But youth is still my best bet |
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Nostalgic till my last breath |
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If that's something that you can't understand |
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Call me crazy but we've conquered our fears |
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And we reject the self obsession that we see in our peers |
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So when the curtain falls and all of you |
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Are left with your tears |
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We'll still be standing recommending that you |
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Look in the mirror |
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At something other than yourself |
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I hope you're happy with your wealth |
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Cause I'm walking through your front door |
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I said I'm walking through your front door |
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Just like I did when we were so young |
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I'm practically begging you come back home |
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Call me crazy but we've conquered our fears |
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And we reject the self obsession that we see in our peers |
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So when the curtain falls and all of you |
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Are left with your tears |
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We'll still be standing recommending that you |
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Look in the mirror |
