| Tonight I found a shadow of me
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| Hiding in a photograph I left on my high school tees
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| They always said nobody makes it out of this town, you’ll see
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| But who I am, ain’t a picture of who I could be
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| Yeah we’re just kids, man, and we’re all fucked up
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| All these old guns, say that we dream too much
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| But though you wasted all your love, oh
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| You can’t talk, talk for the rest of us
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| Well I’ve had this nightmare, that’s stuck on repeat
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| I’m locked inside a white picket fence, and my lips can’t speak
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| They hang a string to either hand and say it’s best you don’t leave
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| Like I’d just sit back and watch you plan a whole life for me
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| Yeah we’re just kids, man, and we’re all fucked up
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| All these old guns, say that we dream too much
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| But though you wasted all your love, oh
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| You can’t talk, talk for the rest of us
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| The rest of us
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| The rest of us
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| But though you wasted all your love, oh
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| You can’t talk, talk for the rest of us
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| Tossing and I’m turning in these sheets
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| Playing shows under bedroom lights
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| Watching people hoping that the penny might drop, 'fore it gets too late
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| So many parts of me that you won’t ever know were there
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| 'Cause all that you do, is push me away
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| Yeah we’re just kids, man, and it’s so messed up
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| You think we’re all dumb, broke or we drink too much
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| But though you wasted all your love, oh
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| You can’t talk, talk for the rest of us
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| The rest of us
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| The rest of us (Yeah we dream, yeah we dream)
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| But though you wasted all your love, oh
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| You can’t talk, talk for the rest of us |