| I pursued happiness
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| A tapestry of fluorescent bliss
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| But I’m dying on the vine
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| Don’t recognize the view from here
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| A poor reflection in the rearview mirror
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| Of my own design
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| Every day is moving faster
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| Wanna hide from the disaster
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| But I’m a prisoner of my time
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| I’d rather be young and dumb
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| Surrounded by the possibility
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| Don’t want to be old and numb
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| Wanna tell myself a lie I can believe
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| I wanna be young and dumb
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| I tried living in the ivory tower
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| Held down three jobs at ten an hour
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| Just to get into the door
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| Been a hero and a deadbeat
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| A pencil pusher and a piece of meat
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| Wish I could forget what I know
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| And when my eyes are clear
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| I see good intentions are a cheap veneer
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| For every evil justified
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| I’d rather be young and dumb
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| Surrounded by the possibility
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| Don’t want to be old and numb
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| Wanna tell myself a lie
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| Wanna tell myself
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| I’d rather be young
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| And dumb
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| It’s hard enough
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| To know it’s not enough to know better
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| If these aching bones
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| And these jagged stones go together
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| Well I’d rather be young
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| Ashes to ashes
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| We all end up in a casket
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| Guess I’m fighting for my life
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| I’d rather be young and dumb
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| Surrounded by the possibility
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| Don’t want to be old and numb
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| Wanna tell myself a lie
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| Wanna tell myself
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| I’d rather be young and dumb |