| They can say what they like
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| They can say what they like
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| But you can live forever
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| Yes, you can live forever
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| I know not what I do, sorry, yeah
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| It was as easy as a phone call, yeah
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| I get so nervous when the light’s on, yeah
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| I’d rather turn 'em off and go hard, oh god
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| I always thought that you would be around, yeah
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| To let me show you what I dreamed about, yeah
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| Now it seems that it’s just too late
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| And I’s just to busy to say «Hey, how you doin?»
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| Or «I love ya» or «I miss ya»
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| Give you a hug or get to kiss ya
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| The sweetest things in life come from a picture
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| But we can never snap 'em from the bleachers
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| So I face my fears, let me tell you this
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| I know it’s impossible to turn back time
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| But ones like you never leave my heart
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| So when this song play, that mean you can never die
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| Never die, never die, no
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| They can say what they like
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| They can say what they like
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| But you can live forever
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| Yes, you can live forever
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| I get so nervous when the light’s on
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| Don’t always feel like I’m the man
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| I always act like I can do it myself
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| But right now, I think I could use a hand
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| And yep, this be our happy song, yeah
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| From up above, I know you’ll rap along
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| Mama gave me your bracelet, I wore it tight while I wrote it
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| So I don’t need a plaque to go call this my Grammy song
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| Gold chains, man, I get it from my grandma
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| Outfits like an early MC Hammer
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| Witty attitude but always taught me manners
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| Cooking pasta while she giving shit to grandpa, hold up
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| Help me face my fears
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| Tryna write a song about the shit on my mind
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| Ones like you never leave my heart
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| So when this song plays, you can never ever die
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| Never ever ever die, no
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| They can say what they like
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| They can say what they like
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| But you can live forever
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| Yes, you can live forever
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| They can say what they like
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| They can say what they like
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| You can live forever
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| Yes, you can live forever |