| Don’t you wanna go to New York?
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| Don’t you wanna stay with me
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| Don’t you wanna feel for something more
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| And don’t you wanna feel that with me
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| 'Cause boy I was insecure
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| Always so immature
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| Heartbroken, I walked right into it
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| And I couldn’t get out
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| But I’m out now
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| A little crisis at twenty-one
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| A little tragic, but it’s said and done
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| And I guess that’s the time to have it
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| I guess that’s the time to break habits
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| Let some people down, really messed around
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| Taking bets around how Ihe’ll feel about me when I get home
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| And dry eyes 'til I dried it on him
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| 'Cause boy I was insecure
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| Always so immature
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| Heartbroken, I walked right into it
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| A stranger 'til her lies finished it
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| And I couldn’t get out
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| But I’m out now
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| I just want you to stay for a while
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| I just want you to stay for a while
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| I just want you to stay for a while
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| I just want you to stay for a while
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| Life is what you make it
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| So don’t you wanna live it
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| Oh, I would rather rest
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| But sometimes I feel
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| A hint of it |