| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m na-na-na, na-na
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| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m older
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| Payphone calls, cigarettes, injuries, shower sex
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| I was holding on for dear life
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| Complicated, understated, on the way to devastated
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| We were young and out of our minds
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| Right now I’m sorry
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| Burns through me, darling
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| But I can’t help think in thirty years it won’t
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| So, maybe when I’m older
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| I’ll run out of stories about you, yeah
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| I’ll know what it’s like not to love you anymore
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| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m na-na-na, na-na
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| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m older
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| Playing house, immature, picking out furniture
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| Praying that our hearts would play fair
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| Emotional souvenirs, fleeting moments, golden years
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| Close my eyes and I go back there
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| Right now I’m sorry
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| Burns through me, darling
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| But I can’t help think in thirty years it won’t
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| So, maybe when I’m older
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| I’ll run out of stories about you, yeah
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| I’ll know what it’s like not to love you anymore
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| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m na-na-na, na-na
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| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m older
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| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m na-na-na, na-na
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| Maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m, maybe when I’m older
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| Maybe when I’m six feet
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| Underneath the concrete
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| I’ll know what it’s like not to want you, yeah
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| Maybe when I’m older
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| I’ll know what it’s like not to love you |