| He’s got life, that comes and goes
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| He calls me up when he’s down
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| What he’ll be no one knows
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| She might love but she never meets
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| Try to catch her in the eye
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| But she’s staring at her feet
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| We’re twenty something, with nothing to lose
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| And we like what we say but not what we do
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| And we live in a crowd, and its breaking my heart
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| We’re twenty something, worlds apart
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| He looks through his glass, it’s never full enough
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| He could light up this room, but he’s so tired of acting tough
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| She can’t draw the line, she goes in circles again
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| All the things she could be, if she weren’t so set on being thin
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| We’re twenty something, with nothing to lose
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| And we like what we say but not what we do
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| And we live in a crowd, and its breaking my heart
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| We’re twenty something, worlds apart
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| These are everlasting glory days
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| Young or old, we’ll always feel this way
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| These are everlasting glory days
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| Young or old, we’ll always feel this way
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| Young or old, we’ll always feel this way
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| We’re twenty something, with nothing to lose
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| And we like what we say but not what we do
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| And we live in a crowd, and its breaking my heart
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| We’re twenty something, worlds apart |