| How much time could ever be enough?
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| We laugh as the sun is coming up
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| Lying on the kitchen floor
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| 'Cause we never road so hard
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| We promised each other that we’d never be too far
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| Now one by one, we start leaving
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| The room feels heavy with all the space to fill
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| I’m still gonna need this
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| All my idiots
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| How I love you still
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| People say we’re too much
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| It’s possible we raised hell out of this
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| Never a codependency
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| But god was it meant to be
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| We’re all a little too much
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| And we definitely aged out
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| Alarming communicative frequency
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| What kind of adults are we?
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| Let’s stay forever
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| Be forever the vagabond
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| We can force the boys to take it off
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| Running from security 'cause we climbed the wrong damn fence
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| Ladies, don’t you lie to me
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| There’s dirt on your dress
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| Now one by one, we start going
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| And all our bodies are spitting up, it seems
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| That’s Los Angeles showing
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| I’ll see you idiots in my dreams
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| People say we’re too much
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| It’s possible we raised hell out of this
|
| But this never codependency
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| But god was it meant to be |
| We’re all a little too much
|
| And we definitely aged out
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| Alarming communicative frequency
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| What kind of adults are we? |