| you forget that i remember when we got drunk,
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| when we got dumped, who you loved and who you fucked
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| but thats just growing up
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| stolen glances and fucked up chances
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| i feel so removed from my youth
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| i never moved on i just gave up
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| we spend year to year
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| wasting our lives from pier to pier
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| were not growing up
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| were just growing
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| squeeze blood from all the stones on the beach
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| and put this part of our lives to peace
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| while the sea swallows the sun whole
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| lets forget this place was ever our home
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| i never moved on i just gave up
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| we spend year to year
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| wasting our lives from pier to pier
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| were not growing up
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| were just growing
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| i found myself at the bottom of these bottles,
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| dwelling on the past and what i have become,
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| theres no future here and i have to leave,
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| these streets, these streets, these streets
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| offer nothing to me
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| but I’m still searching for a way out
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| i could follow this coast into a shallow grave |