| Here with all the young guys
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| I go back to my twenties
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| I don’t worry about life
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| I 'm not even trying to put it on hold
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| Just living it twice
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| Girl we write our letters modestly
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| It’s like you are fully dressed
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| And i am naked on the balcony
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| I’m moving on, you call sometimes
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| And it never misses out, it lights it all back in me
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| I’m moving on, you call sometimes
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| And it never misses out, it lights it all back in me
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| I hate to be a killjoy about it
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| But i wanna be in your arms when the earth is turning black
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| I gotta stand here and laugh about it
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| I gotta carry your ghost while the lights are burning bright
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| Here with all the young guys
|
| I go back to my twenties
|
| I don’t worry about life
|
| I 'm not even trying to put it on hold
|
| Just living it twice
|
| Girl we write our letters modestly
|
| It’s like you are fully dressed
|
| And i am naked on the balcony
|
| I’m moving on, you call sometimes
|
| And it never misses out, it lights it all back in me
|
| I’m moving on, you call sometimes
|
| And it never misses out, it lights it all back in me
|
| I hate to be a killjoy about it
|
| But i wanna be in your arms when the earth is turning black
|
| I gotta stand here and laugh about it
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| I got to carry your ghost while the lights are burning bright
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| How can i stand here and laugh about it?
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| How can i be a young boy, when my head is melting here
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| Wanted the endless summer to be real
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| Wanted to be in your arms when the seas are raging |