| You say you gotta leave the party in 10
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| You’re never leaving with all your best friends
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| You go home
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| You’re always leaving alone
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| I waited for you out on the back porch
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| You never came but it had happened before
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| It’s true
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| I’m always left waiting for you
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| It feels crazy that we’re getting so old
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| It feels crazy that we’re all so
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| You don’t drink even a couple of beers
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| And you don’t smoke weed or face your favorite fears
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| And your dreams
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| The point of being seventeen
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| Because we miss sleep and we all don’t care
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| You’re contradicting your long dark hair
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| And your youth
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| You should be dancing till your face turns blue
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| Then you wonder why you’re feeling so old
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| Then you wonder why you’re feeling so
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Everybody’s asking 'bout my future plans
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| I’m still trying to get into your pants
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| I know
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| I should be letting it go
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| But something sticks in the way you laugh
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| Smiling through your dad’s baseball cap
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| I know
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| I should be letting it go
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| Then I wonder how I’m feeling so old
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| I can’t believe that we’re all so
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Everybody’s changing and they’re moving away
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| I kissed you hardest on the moving day
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| You went cold
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| The only time that August froze
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| You said you’d visit every chance that you got
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| Now somebody tells me that you’re moving on
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| I know
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| I should be letting it go
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| But then I wonder how I’m feeling so old
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| Will we still know each other when we’re both
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Grown
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| Grown |