| Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you
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| I drink too much and that’s an issue
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| But I’m OK
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| Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them
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| But I hope I never see them
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| Again
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| I know it breaks your heart
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| Moved to the city in a broke-down car
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| And four years, no calls
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| And now you’re looking pretty in a hotel bar
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| And I can’t stop
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| No, I can’t stop
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| So, baby, pull me closer
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| In the back seat of your Rover
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| That I know you can’t afford
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| Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
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| Pull the sheets right off the corner
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| Of that mattress that you stole
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| From your roommate back in Boulder
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| We ain’t ever getting older
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| We ain’t ever getting older, love
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| We ain’t ever getting older
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| You look as good as the day I met you
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| I forget just why I left you,
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| I was insane
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| Stay and play that Blink-182 song
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| That we beat to death in Tucson,
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| OK
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| I know it breaks your heart
|
| Moved to the city in a broke-down car
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| And four years, no call
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| And now I’m looking pretty in a hotel bar
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| And I can’t stop
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| No, I can’t stop
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| My youth, my youth is yours
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| Trippin' on skies, sippin' waterfalls
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| My youth, my youth is yours
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| Runaway now and forevermore
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| My youth, my youth is yours
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| A truth so loud you can’t ignore
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| My youth, my youth, my youth
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| So, baby, pull me closer
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| In the back seat of your Rover
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| That I know you can’t afford
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| Bite that tattoo on your shoulder
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| My youth, my youth is yours
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| A truth so loud you can’t ignore
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| My youth, my youth, my youth
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| My youth is yours |