| You think you’re gonna die at the age of 33
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| And you say you always end things before you’re in
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| You make double vision bad decisions, but that’s okay with me
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| You text me at the wheel, which you really shouldn’t do
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| And you know I’ll tell you off, even though I do it too
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| Your disorganised perfection is amiss, okay with me
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| I know life’s too short to settle down
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| And you move faster than the world spins 'round
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| It’s hard for me to put my arms around you
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| When your backpack’s on
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| I know that I’m not perfect and you need time alone
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| But let’s put that aside, 'cause I wanna take you home
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| You have a flight tomorrow and of course that’s okay with me
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| I know life’s too short to settle down
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| And you move faster than the world spins 'round
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| It’s hard for me to put my arms around you
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| When your backpack’s on
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| You’re running out of time to do the things you want
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| Leave your bags at the door and stay however long
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| Your accidental existentialism is catching up with me
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| I know life’s too short to settle down
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| And you move faster than the world spins 'round
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| It’s hard for me to put my arms around you
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| When your backpack’s on |