| When, you get lost,
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| And we’re late for the evening show we still go
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| And when helen said we’re all but family
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| Now, that’s dear to me
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| When you get out of the woods
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| Leave your clothes behind the wall
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| That time when your father stood and
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| Raised at my front door
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| Hold your breath and count to ten, we’re
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| Losing touch, we’re losing friends
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| But we’re young
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| Yeah, we’re young, you know we’re still
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| When we get lost, and we’ll
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| Meet by a corner stone and head home
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| And when, those flowers by the road side, and you
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| Know what that means, they’ll be the death of me
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| When you get out of the woods
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| Leave your clothes behind the wall
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| That time when your father stood and
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| Raised at my front door
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| Hold your breath and count to ten, we’re
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| Losing touch, we’re losing friends
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| But we’re young yeah, we’re young,
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| You know we’re still
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| Hold your breath and count to ten, we’re
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| Losing touch, we’re losing friends
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| Hold your breath and count to ten, we’re
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| Losing touch, we’re losing friends
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| But we’re young
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| Yeah, we’re young, you know we’re still |