| I watch you grow away from me in photographs
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| And memories like spies
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| And salt betrays my eyes again
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| I started losing sleep and gaining weight
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| And wishing I was was ten again
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| So I could be your friend again
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| These days we go to waste like wine
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| That’s turned to turpentine
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| It’s six AM and I’m all messed up
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| I didn’t mean to waste your time
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| So I’ll fall back in line
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| But I’m warning you we’re growing up
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| I heard you found some pretty words to say
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| You found your little game to play
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| And there’s no one allowed in
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| Then just when we believe we could be great
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| Reality it permeates
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| And conquers from within again
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| These days we go to waste like wine
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| That’s turned to turpentine
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| It’s six AM and I’m all messed up
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| I didn’t mean to waste your time
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| So I’ll fall back in line
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| But I’m warning you we’re growing up
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| I know we’re growing…
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| I know we’re OK
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| These days we go to waste like wine
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| That’s turned to turpentine
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| It’s six AM and I’m all messed up
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| I didn’t mean to waste your time
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| So I’ll fall back in line
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| But I’m warning you we’re growing up |