| I swear to God I’m not the same
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| As I was the other week
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| I got you stuck in my teeth
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| And though you take me for a fool
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| I’ve got better things to do Then to prove myself to you
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| But you know I won’t get back on That road end is tool long
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| Another year with no strings
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| But it’s fine
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I woke up half the man I was
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| Fingers burnt down to the bone
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| Conversations on my own
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| If I could take me in, I would
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| And contradict the batting good
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| And find myself a brand new home
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| But you know I won’t get back on That road end is tool long
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| Another year with no strings
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| But it’s fine
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time
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| But you know I won’t get back on That road end is tool long
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| Another year with no strings
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| But it’s fine
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| I’m a little too young with not enough time |