| When your «golden days»
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| Are «that was just a phase…»
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| Lose yourself to reminisce
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| Pictures and innocence
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| Try to remember when you felt free and
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| The smiles
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| Just came so naturally…
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| You can’t control your age
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| But you can control how you feel
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| Breathing dead air into broke lungs that
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| Once filled your heart
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| With the will to live
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| So when are you
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| Gonna cash in your raincheck?
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| (And on and on and on…)
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| Every second that goes by
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| Is one that’s gone for good
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| Are you throwing away
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| Possible memories to a fevered life
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| Of «woulds» and «coulds?»
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| We may have missed our chance and
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| We may never be young again but fuck
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| Living a sick day life
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| Fuck dead beat kids
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| And fuck your falsehoods
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| So when are you
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| Gonna cash in your raincheck?
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| (And on and on and on…)
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| I’m not dead yet
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| Ambitions… sorry, but I have none…
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| I’m just a confused kid
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| With the masses telling me
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| To join tradition…
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| But I just can’t…
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| I’d rather die than live like you
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| Do you get it?
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| I’d rather die than live like you
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| You don’t get it
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| Fuck your falsehoods |