| So far I’m feeling like
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| It doesn’t feel like Saturday night
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| And nothing seems happy
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| Save the photos that we snapped in our past life
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| Those days of old guitar, and rollerblades, and making up rhymes
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| We were just kids, enough of this
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| We clipped our wings
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| And now the time flies by
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| And I could see, I could see
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| If everything I wanna be
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| And everything I want
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| Are not the same
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| And I could feel, I could feel
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| If everything I felt is real
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| Does it ever really ever go away?
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| Where’d you go?
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| Cause I’m sick of searching through the sadness
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| Like there’s nothing on the radio
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| Sometimes I think I’ll drive to where you are
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| But I don’t know
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| So much for those feelings
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| And the way they make us feel when it’s not right
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| Getting hung up on believing in those things
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| That end up leaving overnight
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| Those Saturdays
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| And all the ways we said we’d never change
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| And then we’d lie
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| Nothing gold can stay
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| We just buried all our memories behind
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| And I could feel, I could feel
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| If everything I felt is real
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| Does it ever really ever go away
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| Where’d you go?
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| Cause I’m sick of searching through the sadness
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| Like there’s nothing on the radio
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| Sometimes I think I’ll drive to where you are
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| But I don’t know
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Yeah I could see, I could see
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| From the way it was and is
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| And how it’s never gonna be, it’s never gonna be
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| Just what you want
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| And I know, and I, yeah I know
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| And now I’d rather be stranded than surrounded in a cage
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| I’d rather not be bought with money
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| I’ll be spending time for days
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| And I feel like there’s a reason people go
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| And places stay
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| But neither stay the same
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| Where’d you go?
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| Cause I’m sick of searching through the sadness
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| Like there’s nothing on the radio
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| Sometimes I think I’ll drive to where you are
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| But I don’t know
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes
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| Where it all goes |