| Do you think you’re up for this?
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| Are you ready to get undressed,
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| undressed in your evening best besides,
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| every heart is like a house on fire with escape
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| routes in every room.
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| These are the trials of our youth.
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| But this charade is never going to last
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| so pick the poison and pour yourself a glass
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| I still feel the same
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| No one’s to blame.
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| I will be waiting outside if you’re ready to go.
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| Your sundress reflects in the headlight glow.
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| Besides, every heart is like a house of cards
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| when the walls break down on you.
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| These are the trials of our youth.
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| But this charade is never going to last
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| so pick the poison and pour yourself a glass
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| I still feel the same
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| No one’s to blame.
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| These are the fast times
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| These are the fast times
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| But this charade is never going to last
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| so pick the poison and pour yourself a glass
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| I still feel the same
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| No one’s to blame.
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| These mistakes are just a part of the ride
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| and if we choke on the next tongue that we tie
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| I still feel the same
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| These are the fast times
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| These are the fast times
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| These are the fast times
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| These are the fast times |