| I know we'll never grow old together
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| 'Cause you'll never grow old to me
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| You're the pink in my cheeks and I'm scared
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| 'Cause it means I'm a little bit soft
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| So don't beat yourself up, Bonnie
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| It wasn't just the sun I was hiding from
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| We were messed up kids who taught ourselves how to live
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| So scared that I'm not good enough
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| I've always felt like a monster
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| Long before I was bit
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| Only seen as a monster
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| Just say I'm used to it
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| And I grew tough 'cause love had only hurt me back
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| But loving you's a good problem to have
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| And I'm used to that
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| But I could get used to this
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| For the record, I stole your sweater
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| 'Cause I just wanted you close to me
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| I thought shaky knees only meant I was weak
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| Just a little too soft
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| So don't beat yourself up, Bonnie
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| It wasn't just the sun I was hiding from
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| We were messed up kids who taught ourselves how to live
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| So scared that I'm not good enough
|
| I've always felt like a monster
|
| Long before I was bit
|
| Only seen as a monster
|
| Just say I'm used to it
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| And I grew tough 'cause love had only hurt me back
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| But loving you's a good problem to have
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| And I'm used to that
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| But I could get used to this
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| Ooh, yeah I'm used to that
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| But I could get used to this
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| And we'll never grow old together
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| 'Cause you'll never grow old to me
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| You're the pink in my cheeks and I love
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| That it means I'm a little bit soft
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| You're the pink in my cheeks and I love
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| That it means I'm a little bit soft |