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They will try to take this from you |
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Nothing that I can say will get you to listen |
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Nor should it |
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It's what makes youth so blissful |
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I did not wanna hear it either |
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But maybe just a warning? |
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And you can keep your eyes peeled for the signs |
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You will know them because it'll be an adult |
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Talking about your youth |
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While speaking in absolutes |
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They'll tell you that you're gonna level off too |
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That nothing stays all dreamy and breathless and bursting at the seems |
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Does growing old mean growing strong enough |
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To kill you sentimental side |
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And set free all those little butterflies |
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From the cage that housed your beating heart? |
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I'd rather die than see them go |
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Can't wipe these pretty songs from my eyes |
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What broke and made you look up at the stars in the sky |
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And see only the stars |
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And the sky? |
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Poison words prey on love-sick minds |
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Sometimes I feel that they don't even know they're telling lies |