| What are we doing?
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| Those endless summers
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| Grazing knees in the parking lot
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| The city is blooming
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| We look so bored and perfect
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| In that blurry shot
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| A frame of dislocated time
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| Faded by the sun, stuck inside my mind
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| What about the world inside our rooms
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| They seem so tiny
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| What about the friends we meant to keep
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| We never doubted we’d be loved
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| No matter who we’d choose to be
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| (Look who we chose to be)
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| What about the fun we had for free
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| We can’t afford it now
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| What about the things we never thought to fear
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| I think about it all the time
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| And wonder how we disappear
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| What are we doing?
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| An afternoon would take
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| Forever to unfold
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| It felt like a movie
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| We could rewind it
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| Every time the credits rolled
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| It’s time, there’s nothing here to learn
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| A part just melts away never to return
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| What about the world inside our rooms
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| They seem so tiny
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| What about the friends we meant to keep
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| We never doubted we’d be loved
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| No matter who we’d choose to be
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| (Look who we chose to be)
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| What about the fun we had for free
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| We can’t afford it now
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| What about the things we never thought to fear
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| We never doubted we’d be loved
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| No wonder how we disappear |