| Close my eyes for a minute
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| Woke up, summer was finished
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| How’s it gone in an instant
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| Twisted, distant
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| I remember those cold hands
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| And he tasted like stale grass
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| Lasted long as a quick drag
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| Oh man, God damn
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| Red eyes, teeth marks
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| Hushed tones fill up my lungs
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| Motels, gold stars
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| Dead phones, where can I run
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| Cause I was better at being young
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| Better, better
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| Better at being young
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| Better, better
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| When I first saw the skyline
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| City lit by the traffic
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| Made the weekend a classic
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| Manic, addict
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| Red eyes, teeth marks
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| Hushed tones fill up my lungs
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| Motels, gold stars
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| Dead phones, where can I run
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| Cause I was better at being young
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| Better, better
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| Better at being young
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| Better, better
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| Gonna lay down my body cold
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| Maybe be someone else
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| Remember what I wanted
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| When it was still ok to want it
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| Red eyes, crushed bones, mouth guards
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| Bad dreams, sweet hearts, twin beds
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| Red eyes, teeth marks
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| Hushed tones fill up my lungs
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| Motels, gold stars
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| Dead phones, where can I run
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| Cause I was better at being young
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| Better, better
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| Better at being young
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| Better, better |