| Stay young
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| And at the top of our lungs
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| Our hands are free
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| Our lives have just begun
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| It’s getting dark we should go back
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| But what’s the use if what you love is what you have
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| And I could die right now
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| For something beautiful to take me somewhere else
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| Oh, I try
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| But I can’t calm down
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| As I drag myself along these severed hands
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| Are doing the very best they can
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| I’m gonna buy a cheap bouquet
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| Before it dies on the display
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| Gonna break down
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| Break down the better side of me The better side of me Well I know, I know
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| If I die young
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| Then we can wake up screaming in your bed
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| And our lungs are begging us to calm down
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| And I scare myself with all that talk of severing
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| Doing the best or so it seems
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| You’ve been mistaken
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| Your finger is on the scale
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| Burn like you never have before
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| Stop, drop and roll don’t work in hell
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| So what if I forget regret
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| So what if I So what if I forget regret
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| I want you to know that I That I’ve wrote this line a thousand times Forget regret
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| This must be the way it ends
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| Calm down
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| As I drag myself along these severed hands
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| Are doing the very best they can
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| As I drive my car into the sea
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| I taste you like a hammer through my teeth
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| Will someone tell me what it means
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| To be alive
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| It feels just like the feeling when you die
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| Oh, alright
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| I’m dead and I don’t care if it’s cold outside anymore
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| So come on Let’s have some fun |