| Well there’s a rose
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| In a fisted glove
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| And the eagle flies with the dove
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| And if you can’t be with the one you love
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| Come on, love the one you’re with
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| Love the one you’re with
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| All I can do is watch as friends move out west
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| Thinking to myself, wondering who goes next
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| Kinda makes me feel like every day I lose a step
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| I feel trapped and I gotta chew through the net
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| Now, life moves on, I ain’t getting any younger
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| My high school friends all marrying their lovers
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| My ex got a baby and she’s carrying another
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| While I’m still living with my mother, whatever
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| One by one we separate, yeah we seen better days
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| Had some great times and the memories never fade
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| But now it’s time to move on and get that new job
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| And be happy for the friends that found true love
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| But by losing some friends I think I gained some
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| You see, I remember where I really came from
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| And it’s the people that have been there from day one
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| It’s called family, can’t no one replace 'em (Thanks, son!)
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| I guess I been missing the meaning
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| It’s like I’ve been gone without ever leaving and now I finally see it
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| Disappeared for what seemed like ten light-years
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| Searching for love, but the whole time it’s been right here
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| If you’re down and confused
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| And you don’t remember who you’re back-talking to
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| Your concentration slips away
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| Because we’re drifting
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| So far away
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| Yo, I’ve been told your friends are the family you choose
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| The family you don’t appreciate until you lose
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| Excuse the attitude, I don’t mean to kill the mood
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| Fuck it, I’m doing Luke, you do what’s real for you
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| I been growing up, you can say I live and learn
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| My friends show me love and I give it in return
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| A lot of things changed, though, ever since I came home
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| Enfield isn’t all sunshine and rainbows
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| See, after high school I never would have called it
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| Who would have went broke and who woulda made a profit
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| Who would get a job and who woulda went to college
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| Who became the potheads and who’s the alcoholics
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| I never lost friends, I lost acquaintances
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| Time passes, it could cost a relationship
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| So don’t be wasting it, soon it could all just end
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| These are the good old days, there’s some more, take 'em in |