| I found the cure to growing older
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| And you’re the only place that feels like home
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| Just so you know, you’ll never know
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| And some secrets weren’t meant to be told
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| I found the cure to growing older
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| I’m the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
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| And I am sorry my conscience called in sick again
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| And I’ve got arrogance down to a science
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| Oh, and I’m the first kid to write of hearts, lies, and friends
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| Douse yourself in cheap perfume it’s
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| So fitting, so fitting of the way you are
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| You can’t cover it up
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| Can’t cover it up
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| Find a safe place, brace yourself, bite your lip
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| I’m sending your fingernails and empty bottles you’ve sipped
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| Back to your family cause I know you will be missed
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| So you can find a safe place, brace yourself
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| They call kids like us vicious and carved out of stone
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| But for what we’ve become, we just feel more alone
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| Always weigh what I’ve got against what I left
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| So progress report: I am missing you to death
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| Douse yourself in cheap perfume it’s
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| So fitting, so fitting of the way you are
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| You can’t cover it up
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| Can’t cover it up
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| Someone old
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| No one new
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| Feeling borrowed
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| Always blue
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| Someone old
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| No one new
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| Feeling borrowed
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| Always blue
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| Someone old
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| No one new
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| Feeling borrowed
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| Always blue
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| Someone old
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| No one new
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| Always borrowed
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| Always you
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| I found a cure to growing older
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| I found a cure to growing older
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| Douse yourself in cheap perfume it’s
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| So fitting, so fitting of the way you are
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| You can’t cover it up
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| Can’t cover it up |