| I’ve got tired eyes, a black sky
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| Making it’s home under my lash line
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| You keep on crying, babe I don’t mind
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| I keep on staring at the clock tryna pass time
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| In my life, it flies by
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| Faster than you could say «I love you, goodbye»
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| «It's almost over», you say with a sigh
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| Will our lives be better when we make it to the other side?
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| Hope we make it to the other side
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| Eighteen, prom queen
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| We spend our time thinking ‘bout what we’ll be doing
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| We walk quiet streets, not afraid of the sounds
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| Nothing bad ever happens in this town
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| Mean dreams, can’t sleep
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| Younger me thought this’d be more bittersweet
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| But we never noticed how long I’d been
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| Got too caught up in the life we’re living
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| Hope we make it to the other side
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| And I hope, I hope
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| All of our homes have white fences
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| I hope, I hope
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| Our smiles are wider than theirs is
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| I hope, I hope
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| All of our dreams are kept fragrant
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| And I’ll meet you on the pavement
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| When we make it to the other side
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| Hope we make it to the other side |