| Have you ever gone back to the things you used to love
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| Old shoes, old friends, old bands, old trends
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| It hurts when you discover that
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| Nothing’s that great
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| You had bad taste
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| And it’s much too late
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| To get back the time you wasted
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| Teenage boys out having fun, trying to pass for twenty one
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| I sit back and wonder what it’s like
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| Cause everyone I know’s broken or broke or both
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| And I’m sick of seeing things not turn out right
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| Because
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| Nothing’s that great
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| You had bad taste
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| And it’s much too late
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| To get back the time you wasted
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| Yeah yeah yeah
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| And the who’s who of the fuck-yous that I said when I was young
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| I thought I had grown, become more mature, but now I am sure
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| That I’m as dumb as I ever was
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| And I know this because
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| Tender hands and a smile
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| Does not a mother make
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| The years she spent teaching you common sense
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| Is what it takes
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| Nothing’s that great
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| You had bad taste
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| And it’s much too late
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| To get back the time you wasted
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| Yeah yeah yeah |