| I’ve got a plan
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| I’ve got it dripping down my forehead in the shape of a bead of sweat
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| How sweet would my life be
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| If I wrote the songs the kids could not forget?
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| I jump the gun again
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| I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am
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| The things I write will change the world and I
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| Will take you along for the ride
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| But this self appreciation is lame
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| It’s not charming or cute anymore
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| Who am I kidding?
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| We’re sleeping on floors and the summer’s almost over
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| At the expense of my new friends
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| The summer’s almost over
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| My heart beats faster every night
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| Please let this last forever
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| This is the information age
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| I’ve got the age but where the fuck is my info?
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| I know 24 isn’t old but I feel
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| That I am about to expire
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| I jump the gun again
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| I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am
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| The things I write will change the world and I
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| Will take you along for the ride
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| But this self appreciation is lame
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| It’s not charming or cute anymore
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| Who am I kidding?
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| We’re sleeping on floors and the summer’s almost over |