| Burn my summer braids
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| To feel the flames crawl into my head
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| And now I’ve gone too far
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| And I’ve become someone else instead
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| We go out late and I feel frozen
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| But I can’t tell you cause
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| You like the way it feels to be cold
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| You know I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way to doing something more
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| You know I think it’s fake
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| The way we change
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| These braids won’t keep us warm
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| Tried to win the prize
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| But someone lied about the game
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| Now the songs, they sound so strange
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| And I’m afraid of my own age
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| We go out late and I feel frozen
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| But I can’t tell you cause you like the way it feels
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| You know I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way to doing something more
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| You know I think it’s fake
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| The way we change
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| These braids won’t keep us warm
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| I burnt my braids, told silly lies; |
| faked it
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| Not cool enough, I’d had enough
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| I saw you cry, you fell apart baby
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| Don’t be the one to go too far
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| You know I’m on my way
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| I’m on my way to doing something more
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| You know I think it’s fake
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| The way we change
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| These braids won’t keep us warm |