| I’m high with the sun, I’m risin'
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| Still wonderin' what you are to me
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| Twenty-one and indecisive
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| On the edge of all the wrong choices
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| Was I mature enough to receive your love?
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| I know I’m mad enough
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| I hope you’re man enough
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| These words I speak
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| All that I see
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| Adore me
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| But your love, not for me
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| No, it’s not for me
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| Wonderin' where all my friends have gone
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| Where did my city go?
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| Twenty-two and still indecisive
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| But it’s fine 'cause I’m packin' up, packin' up, mmm, packin' up
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| Was I mature enough to receive your love?
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| I hope you’re man enough
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| You knew I was mad from the start
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| These words I speak
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| All that I see
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| Adore me
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| But your love, not for me
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| No, it’s not for me
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| Blame it on white lines and late nights
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| Friday night, I am the city type
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| Fall apart, bad boys, and city lights
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| Wrong crowd, I always wonder if you see me now
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| Runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round
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| Runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round, yeah
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| Runnin' 'round, runnin' 'round
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| ) Mm-mm
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| Was I mature enough to receive your love?
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| I know you’re man enough
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| I know I’m mad in love
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| All I see
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| Your body on me
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| Adore me
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| But your love, ooh |