| I was 18, so were you
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| And I was that Birkenstock, geek rock dude
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| You were a backflip, doe-eyed, tree-climbin'
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| Earth mama, beautiful evergreen girl
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| And I never thought that I could be
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| Getting my gray hair with you beside me
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| And there’s something I’m blind to
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| But you still see
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| And it couldn’t be better, I know
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| It shouldn’t be easier, whoa, oh
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| I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
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| I want to be the toy in your cereal box
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| I want to be Carter at your peace talks
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| I want to get almost too familiar
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| But still notice the way that you walk
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| And if you said you were going away
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| I’d run on the tarmac
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| And I would lay down in front of the plane
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| Just to get you to stay
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| This couldn’t be better, I know
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| It shouldn’t be easier, whoa, oh
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| I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
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| Got everything I’ve ever wanted here
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| Everything and damn this constant fear
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| Sure I’m gonna lose it all
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| Just waiting for the other boot to fall
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| And if you thought I could be replaced
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| I wouldn’t just stop with an ear
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| I would cut off my whole freakin' face
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| Just to make my point clear
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| That it couldn’t be better, I know
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| It shouldn’t be easier, oh, whoa
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| I should just stop waiting for the other boot to fall
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| I’m waiting for the other boot to fall |