| I’ve got nothing to show for these dead end dreams.
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| My heart will ache again, it seems.
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| I don’t know how old I am,
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| I don’t know if I’m grown up.
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| I feel good when I hold your hand,
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| But when you’re gone it’s not enough.
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| (No, it’s never enough)
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| I’m busy trying to save my world,
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| And making plans to see a girl.
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| I’ll do both if I can
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| And figure out how old I am.
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| I’ve got nothing to show for these dead end dreams.
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| My heart will ache again, it seems.
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| Cause you’re not in my arms
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| And all I want to do is keep my promises to you.
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| They’ll come true.
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| (They'll come true)
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| I don’t know what to write to you,
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| I don’t know what your dream boy sings.
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| I don’t know what I’m addicted to,
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| It’s at least a few different things…
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| Just a few.
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| How could I save the world?
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| Too busy trying to see a girl.
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| I’ll do both if I can,
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| And figure out how old I am.
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| If there was any attempt to make ends meet
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| I’ll meet you halfway
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| (I'll meet you halfway there)
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| If there was any attempt to make ends meet
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| I’ll meet you halfway
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| (And you would tell me)
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| I’ve got nothing to show for these dead end dreams.
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| My heart will ache again, it seems.
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| Cause you’re not in my arms
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| And all I want to do is keep my promises to you.
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| Nothing to show for these
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| Dead end dreams that constantly haunt me.
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| Nothing to show for these dead end dreams
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| Come true
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| (My promises to you) |