| When I was young there was fire in my lungs
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| And I just wanted someone to listen
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| Some ears to ignite with my pen and my tongue
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| Oh I knew it was all just a wish
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| But that don’t mean it couldn’t exist
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| Just seventeen, yeah, I gave up my gun
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| To play this guitar in the trenches
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| To sing in the face of a man-eating sun
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| That Florida heat is a bitch
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| But I wouldn’t trade nothing for it
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| When I was young
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| When I was young
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| I got myself broke and beat down, busted up
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| Left too many words on the tip of my tongue
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| But oh, I was singing at the top of my lungs
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| Every night
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| Spinning wheels turning, I fell into love
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| Swallowed up in a sea of forgiveness
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| I’ve got a crooked killer heart, I’ve got bastard blood
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| But my God, oh, my God, I forgive
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| That you keep on paying for these second hand sins
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| When I was young
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| When I was young
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| I was hiding in corners to stay out of sight
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| Giving my best but still falling behind
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| But I was reborn in the dust and the pines
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| Oh, my
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| When I was young
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| Oh, and now I’m getting pushed and pulled apart
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| And I don’t know where it ends or where it starts
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| And all of those neon lights
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| Outside of my window
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| Tell me it’s not 11 yet
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| It’s getting close though
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| And now I just don’t know what to do
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| Then I said Matt, you just gotta get back
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| To those nights where you sat on the causeway
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| All you had was six strings and a heart that beat
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| And you knew that it had to mean something
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| Yeah you knew that it had to mean something
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| I just knew it was better than nothing
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| When I was young
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| When I was young
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| I played rock and roll music on broken guitars
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| Spent the whole night laying out under stars
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| She told me she loved me with her hand on her heart
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| Now I’m turning these pages and holding on tight
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| Living this life like I’m never gonna die
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| Living this life like I’m never gonna die
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| Living this life like I’m never gonna die, die, die
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| When I was young |