| Head down the street
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| by the grace of your feet
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| And you can’t comprehend
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| Where in space we will meet
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| So you can’t explain
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| Every atom in your brain
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| Just get into it
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| Just waiting for the car to pull around
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| Waiting for your feet to leave the ground
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| Wait until there’s nothing left to know
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| Waiting for your heart to start to slow
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| I may not ever really grasp
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| What it is and if it’s gonna pass
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| Still I’m sure it’s better not to know
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| Die young, die dumb, just not soon
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| Start turning in
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| At nine thirty or ten
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| It’s so hard not to be
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| In the place that you’re in
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| So you won’t escape
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| Get into your early grave
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| Just get into it
|
| Just waiting for the car to pull around
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| Waiting for your feet to leave the ground
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| Wait until there’s nothing left to know
|
| Waiting for your heart to start to slow
|
| I may not ever really grasp
|
| What it is and if it’s gonna pass
|
| Still I’m sure it’s better not to know
|
| Die young, die dumb
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| Die young, die dumb, not soon
|
| Head down the street
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| By the grace of your feet
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| And you head down the street
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| By the grace of your feet
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| Of your feet
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| Of your feet
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| Just waiting for the car to pull around
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| Waiting for your feet to leave the ground
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| Wait until there’s nothing left to know
|
| Waiting for your heart to start to slow
|
| I may not ever really grasp
|
| What it is and if it’s gonna pass
|
| Still I’m sure it’s better not to know
|
| Die young, die dumb
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| Die young, die dumb, not soon
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| Die young, not soon
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| Die young, not soon
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| Die young, not soon
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| Die young, not soon |