| Sittin' on the roof to get closer to tomorrow
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| Didn’t know enough to be scared
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| All you’d have to talk about is where you’re gonna go
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| And what it’s gonna be like out there
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| Out there
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| You carryin' around half of what God gave you
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| And half of what they told you you should be
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| Tryin' to make sense of why anyone stays around here
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| When you’re just countin' days until you leave
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| Lightin' cigarettes just to hold 'em
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| Up in the air, singin' Never Get Old
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| Throwin' bottles at a highschool chainlink fence
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| Tellin' yourself all you’ll ever need
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| Is a heart full of fire and gasoline
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| I could use a little who-I-was and that way-back-when
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| To be young and angry again
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| You hated broken hearts but you loved the songs about 'em
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| 'Cause someone finally felt the way you did
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| There’s dreams that are in the dirt roads, under bleachers in the shadows
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| But tonight, I swear to God I won’t forget
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| Lightin' cigarettes just to hold 'em
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| Up in the air, singin' Never Get Old
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| Throwin' bottles at a highschool chainlink fence
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| Tellin' yourself all you’ll ever need
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| Is a heart full of fire and gasoline
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| I could use a little who-I-was and that way-back-when
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| To be young and angry again
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| Before the world set in and we punched that clock
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| Before we knocked those hell-bent edges off
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| Lightin' cigarettes just to hold 'em
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| Up in the air, singin' Never Get Old
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| Throwin' bottles at a highschool chainlink fence
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| Tellin' yourself all you’ll ever need
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| Is a heart full of fire and gasoline
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| I could use a little who-I-was and that way-back-when
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| To be young and angry again
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| To be young and angry again |