| Still got the same old number
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| Still drive the car you hate
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| Still fighting with my father
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| Still staying out too late
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| Still leave the back door open
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| Still let the dog escape
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| Maybe I’m deep down hoping
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| You’ll come back to yell at me like you used to do
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| You were right
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| I’m just a stubborn fool who’s living in the past
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| When we were young and we were free
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| And all your friends were friends with me
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| Swimming in our clothes when the beach was closed midnight on New Year’s Eve
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| And if you’re having trouble, baby, holding on to memories
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| I’ve got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be
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| I’ve got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be
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| And when you’re at your movie or autobiography
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| That carries the sweetest details
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| Feel free to call on me
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| Write how I made you shiver
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| The ground underneath us shook
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| The devil is in the details
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| He and I get on real good
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| Like we used to do
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| And you were right
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| I’m just a stubborn fool who’s living in the past
|
| When we were young and we were free
|
| And all your friends were friends with me
|
| Swimming in our clothes when the beach was closed midnight on New Year’s Eve
|
| And if you’re having trouble, baby, holding on to memories
|
| I’ve got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be
|
| Got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be
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| You know it’s ancient history
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| And if you’re having trouble, baby, holding on to memories
|
| I’ve got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be
|
| When we were young and we were free
|
| And all your friends were friends with me
|
| Swimming in our clothes when the beach was closed midnight on New Year’s Eve
|
| And if you’re having trouble, baby, holding on to memories
|
| I’ve got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be
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| 'Cause we were young and we were free
|
| And all your friends were friends with me
|
| Swimming in our clothes when the beach was closed midnight on New Year’s Eve
|
| And if you’re having trouble, baby, holding on to memories
|
| I’ve got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be
|
| Got a king-sized bed and a Ph.D. |
| in the way it used to be |