| He’s still driving that 1970 hand-me-down truck
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| And he’s still wearing that red and black jersey
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| Waiting for the band to start up
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| He’s still showing up twenty late, finding hearts and rules to break
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| Why would he wanna change when every memory still bows to him?
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| But this ain’t high school
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| Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool
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| See her Friday, take her out after the football game
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| 'Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator
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| That’s going up, 'cause you’re growing up
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| And the world gets cruel when you’re still living in high school
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| He’s still calling that first love, first time, pretty-eyed blonde
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| And she’s still letting it ring 'cause his ring isn’t what she wants
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| 'Cause she traded in prom queen for a big city dream
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| And a slate that’s clean, but
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| Your heart just don’t get it and that’s why you can’t forget it
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| 'Cause you’re living like you’re seventeen
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| But this ain’t high school
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| Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool
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| See her Friday, take her out after the football game
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| 'Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator
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| That’s going up, 'cause you’re growing up and the world gets cruel when…
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| You’re still living in the hallways
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| Where everybody stopped and stared
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| And cared and knew your name
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| Cause this is the real world that don’t know you like that
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| You can remember but you can’t go back
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| To high school
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| Where all you care about is if the pretty cheerleader thinks you’re cool
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| See her Friday when you take her out after the football game
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| 'Cause it’s five years later and you can’t get off of the elevator
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| That’s going up, 'cause you’re growing up
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| And the world gets cruel when you’re still living in high school
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| When you’re still living in…
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| Five years later
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| Oh yeah, oh yeah
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| He’s still calling that first love, first time
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| And he hates he said goodbye, she went on with her life
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| He’s still driving the same old back roads
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| Wondering when he got so old
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| Where did his life go?
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| Oh, but he knows
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| Oh, he knows
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| Yeah, he knows
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| That this ain’t high school, oh, woah
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| And he’s still driving that 1970 hand-me-down truck
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| And he’s stuck in high school
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| But this ain’t high school |