| So put it in my backpack dear
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| We could pretend we’re constellations
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| Living forever but always changing
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| We are just little blips
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| Thinking we’re the brightest stars
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| And hoping we will never burn out
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| But baby everything has got
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| An expiration date, like you and I
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| I think I will change my clothes
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| To accommodate the frosty cold
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| Because it’s rained only once since July
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| And now our streets give in to the ice
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| And baby on the 7th floor
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| We peer over the ledge before
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| The hot chocolate falls as punishment
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| For a broken promise/miscommunication
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| Even when your tummy hurts
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| This is the best night I have had in a long time
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| In a long time
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| No school
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| No rules
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| Send it to the back too
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| You know I would have you never
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| Say forever we wish we’d stay
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| Forever young just like the old days
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| Sergeant I think we’ve gotten another broken heart
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| So I’ll take it back now to the start
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| This war has taken now this war has taken
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| A lot of good men now a lot of good men
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| No school
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| Just living like we’re criminals |