| Today I turned twenty-three
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| Finally catching up with my old fake ID
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| I just found it in the kitchen drawer
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| Full of sentimental things
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| That I don’t need anymore
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| But still I’m searching through coupons and keys
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| Dead flowers and figurines and old letters from you
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| Damning the memories I rifle through
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| When I’m looking for a lighter
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| How can you flick me right back?
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| Spark up a memory and just like that
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| I’m burning for you so bad, bad, bad
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| Your love is a drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag
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| It’s just a cheap drink buzz patio
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| Needing someone to light my smoke
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| In a sea of black leather jackets
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| I find you like metal on a magnet
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| Old flame you’re lighting me up
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| Small talk leading into dangerous stuff
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| And I end up playing with fire
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| When I’m looking for a lighter
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| How can you flick me right back?
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| Spark up a memory and just like that
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| I’m burning for you so bad bad bad
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| Your love is a drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag
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| Just when I think I’m over it
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| I pick you up just like a bad habit
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| The kinda high that don’t last
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| Your love is drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag, it’s a drag
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| Looks like I’m looking for you
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| But I’m not looking for you
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| Damn the memories I rifle through
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| When I’m looking for a lighter
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| When I’m looking for a lighter
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| Looks like I should get going
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| Looks like I should quit smoking |