| The strange logic of your clumsiest line
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| It stayed emblazoned on my mind
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| You say break up the family
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| And let’s begin to live our lives
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| I went to see all my friends tonight
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| It wasn’t youth, it wasn’t life
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| Born old, sadly wise
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| Resigned (well, we were)
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| To ending our lives
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| I’m so glad to grow older
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| To move away from those awful times
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| I want to see all my friends tonight
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| Yes you found love but you weren’t
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| At peace with your life
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| Home late, full of hate
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| Despise the ties that bind
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| I’m so glad to grow older
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| To move away from those younger years
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| I’m in love for the first time
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| And I don’t feel bad
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| Let me see all my old friends
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| Let me put my arm around them
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| Because I really do love them
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| Now, does that sound mad?
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| Captain of games, solid framed
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| I stood on the touchline
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| Hailstones, driven home
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| In his car—no breaks? |
| I don’t mind
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| I’m just so glad to grow older
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| To move away from those darker years
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| I’m in love for the first time
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| And I don’t feel bad
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| So wish me luck my friends
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| Goodbye |