| There’s some things I regret
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| Like torturing insects in the garden when I was ten, when I was ten
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| Faking tears for grandma’s death
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| Stealing toys from all my favourite friends
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| But do whatever you want
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| 'Cause it’s the time of your life and it’s gonna level out
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| Maybe it’s just getting to the point where you know
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| It’s gonna feel like this from now
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| And I’m portraying someone I’m not
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| Maybe I’m not ever really home for long enough
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| To stare my own eyes down, down, down
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| I’d only ever do the perfect scissor kick on an empty pitch
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| When there’s nobody cheering me on
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| Oh, I have lost my dreams for you, boy
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| You should have known it was the time for you life
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| And it was gonna level out
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| Maybe it’s just getting to the point where you know
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| It’s gonna feel like this from now
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| And I’m portraying someone I’m not
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| Well, maybe I’m not ever really home for long enough
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| To stare my own eyes down, down, down
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| It’s gonna level out
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| Maybe it’s just getting to the point where you know
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| It’s gonna feel like this from now
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| And I’m portraying someone I’m not
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| Well, maybe I’m not ever really home for long enough
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| To stare my own eyes down, down, down
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| Maybe I’m not
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| All I know for sure is I’ll sit this one out |