| Young
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| All we ever think about is fun
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| All we ever wanna be is 21
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| Hey, doesn’t everyone wanna sit on top of the world?
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| Revolves around athletic boys and girls
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| Dressed up in their older sister’s clothes, R. Kelly on the radio
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| Screaming out, «This'll never get old»
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| Racing cars and breaking hearts
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| First taste of love and twist-off wine
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| Kissing strangers, daring danger
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| Burning bridges, crossing lines
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| You don’t think to take it slow
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| And you don’t know what you don’t know
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| The nights are young and our IDs are fake
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| Underage
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| Underage
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| Time
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| Feels like it’s always on our side
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| So we fill it up with midnight drives and lies
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| To your mama when she asks you where you’ve been
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| And you hide your smile and say anywhere but with him
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| Cause you know when she was seventeen
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| She was doing the same damn thing
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| Racing cars and breaking hearts
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| First taste of love and twist-off wine
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| Kissing strangers, daring danger
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| Burning bridges, crossing lines
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| You don’t think to take it slow
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| And you don’t know what you don’t know
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| The nights are young and our IDs are fake
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| Underage
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| Underage
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| Every light is saying «go»
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| When you don’t know what you don’t know
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| Racing cars and breaking hearts
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| First taste of love and twist-off wine
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| Kissing strangers, daring danger
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| Burning bridges, crossing lines
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| You don’t think to take it slow
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| And you don’t know what you don’t know
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| The nights are young and our IDs are fake
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| The kind of days that are «those were the days»
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| Underage
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| Underage
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| Young
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| All we ever think about is fun
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| Doesn’t everyone? |