| Young adults find out that they keep coming back
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| Back to a corner, a street, a place to be
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| Where buildings are nothing but holes in the ground
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| As we get old changing the colors of walls
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| Breaking from home, crossing the bridge
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| Living outside the gold state seems amiss
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| Somewhere I saw faces and hands
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| Fighting for space on a clock
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| It didn’t show time being precious as silver and gold
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| Proving us we’re wrong, all of us move on
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| We go for a ride, we slow down and die
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| We have to give up the things we love
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| We go for a ride, we slow down and die
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| We have to give up the things we love
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| We go for a ride, we slow down and die
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| We have to give up the things we love sometimes
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| That dream about tumbling down a hill in a car
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| Happened again last night
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| Some adult life
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| Some adult life
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| Some adult life, I’m bound, I’m bound, I’m bound, I’m bound |