| You reached for heaven at seventeen
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| You caught the clap from some teenage queen
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| You took a tablet and hit it again and that’s all right
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| Sometimes you took the deck too far
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| Some say you took it all way too hard
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| The mediocrity in moderation was way too tight
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| Did you ever stop to think of what was real?
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| Did you compromise your time just to cop a feel?
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| You think that the time flew by
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| Twenty years ago come July
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| You’re getting older but not so wise and that’s all right
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| You go for words that you cannot reach
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| Spew antiseptic allegories
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| A walking diuretic of dictionary rhymes
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| Don’t you even know your dreams are not for real?
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| Don’t you ever find it hard to forge what you feel?
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| Just quit your bitching and confess
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| Time of your life just came and went
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| You’re gonna drown in shallowness
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| In the empty sea of frat boys and dunces
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| You reached for heaven at seventeen
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| You caught the clap from some teenage queen
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| Woke up from your suburban daydream, opened your eyes |