| Remember, growing up so fast
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| Truly weeds among men
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| We were vibrant but alone
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| Some things you just can’t forget
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| Remember, Sundays at 16
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| We’re all liars at best
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| There’s a pew for every dollar
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| And a sin for every smile
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| Oh let our good books begin
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| You bet we bought it
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| Oh, every brilliant little lie
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| They were
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| Good looking out when I’m wearing thin
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| And if it’s sorry states then you can begin
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| To bring down our souls if you can
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| And if it’s sin you want it then maybe
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| Sin you’ll get
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| Remember, she woes
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| Crying out into the night
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| We were lost and we were lonely
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| We were everything
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| Everything we need
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| You bet we bought it
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| Oh, every brilliant little lie
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| Well that was
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| Good looking out when I’m wearing thin
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| And if it’s sorry states then you can begin
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| To bring down our souls if you can
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| And if it’s sin you want it then maybe
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| Sin you’ll get
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| (Yeah)
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| Well it was
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| Good looking out when I’m wearing thin
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| And if it’s sorry states then you can begin
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| To bring down our souls if you can
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| And if it’s sin you want it then maybe
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| Sin you’ll get |