| Who knew that immaturity was an anthem,
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| The song that you sing when you lose your way.
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| Nothing to do? |
| Well let’s argue.
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| If it passes time it must be okay.
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| Who knew that immaturity was an anthem,
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| The song that you sing when you lose your way.
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| Nothing to do? |
| Well let’s argue.
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| Talking to you is just like breathing with a broken lung,
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| I’d much rather «hang out"with a noose for fun.
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| If you think you’ve hurt me you’re oblivious.
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| And if you think this song’s the same then you’re ridiculous.
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| Congrats you got this song to yourself,
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| The nice one is sitting all alone on the shelf,
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| Collecting dust,
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| Oh it’s a must,
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| Now listen as I tell them what became of us.
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| Who knew that immaturity was an anthem,
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| The song that you sing when you lose your way.
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| Nothing to do? |
| Well let’s argue.
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| If it passes time it must be okay.
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| Shoo fly don’t bother me,
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| I swear to God if I had the ability,
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| I’d block your texts and have them sent to you,
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| So you can see exactly why I was forced to move
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| On and on your tighten my belt.
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| You’re a critic? |
| Well critique yourself,
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| This is my resignations to dedication,
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| You should have just let me be.
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| Who knew that immaturity was an anthem,
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| The song that you sing when you lose your way.
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| Nothing to do? |
| Well let’s argue.
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| If it passes time it must be okay.
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| Afflicted, Restricted, Now my head’s beating down my door.
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| I never wanted to have to do this,
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| I never wanted to write this song,
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| Your friends don’t know you put me through this,
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| Cause the picture you painted for them was all wrong.
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| Go ahead and call me a liar,
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| Tell everyone I never loved you,
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| You’re the saint, I’m the one on fire,
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| It’s reminiscent to tortured youth.
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| Who knew that immaturity was an anthem,
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| The song that you sing when you lose your way.
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| Nothing to do? |
| Well let’s argue.
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| If it passes time it must be okay.
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| And so it was that the boy and girl went on to live different lives.
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| Apart from on another they would soon decide.
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| Through time and loneliness the boy found clarity,
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| Which he chose to release on the world through insanity. |