| I wish somebody would have told me, babe
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| Someday, these will be the good old days
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| All the love you won’t forget
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| And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
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| Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
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| You’ll miss the magic of these good old days
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| I was thinkin' 'bout the band
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| I was thinkin' 'bout the fans
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| We were underground
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| Loadin' merch in that 12-passenger van
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| In a small club in Minnesota
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| And the snow outside of 1st Ave
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| I just wanted my name in a star
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| Now look at where we at
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| Still growin' up, still growin' up
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| I would lay in my bed and dream about what I’d become
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| Couldn’t wait to get older, couldn’t wait to be some
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| Now that I’m here, wishing I was still young
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| Those good old days
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| I wish somebody would have told me, babe
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| That someday, these will be the good old days
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| All the love you won’t forget
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| And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
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| 'Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
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| You’ll miss the magic of the good old days
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| Wish I didn’t think I had the answers
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| Wish I didn’t drink all of that flask first
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| Wish I made it to homecoming
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| Got up the courage to ask her
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| Wish I would’ve gotten out of my shell
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| Wish I put the bottle back on that shelf
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| Wish I wouldn’t have worry about what other people thought
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| And felt comfortable in myself
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| Rooftop open, and the stars above
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| Moment frozen, sneakin' out, and fallin' in love
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| Me, you and that futon, we’d just begun
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| On the grass dreamin', figuring out who I was
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| Those good old days
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| I wish somebody would have told me, babe
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| That someday, these will be the good old days
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| All the love you won’t forget
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| And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
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| 'Cause someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
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| You’ll miss the magic of the good old days
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| Never thought we’d get old, maybe we’re still young
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| Maybe you always look back and think it was better than it was
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| Maybe these are the moments
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| Maybe I’ve been missin' what it’s about
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| Been scared of the future, thinkin' about the past
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| While missin' out on now
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| We’ve come so far, I guess I’m proud
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| And I ain’t worried 'bout the wrinkles 'round my smile
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| I’ve got some scars, I’ve been around
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| I’ve felt some pain, I’ve seen some things, but I’m here now
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| Those good old days
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| You don’t know what you’ve got
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| 'Til it goes, 'til it’s gone
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| You don’t know what you’ve got
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| 'Til it goes, 'til it’s gone
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| I wish somebody would have told me, babe
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| Someday, these will be the good old days
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| All the love you won’t forget
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| And all these reckless nights you won’t regret
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| Someday soon, your whole life’s gonna change
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| You’ll miss the magic of these good old days |