| All the old containers that I fill with my past
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| You can find them on the second floor under my bed
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| I miss the days when girls were scary
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| Scarier than spiders
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| Walks through the night that didn’t take us anywhere
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| I had funny lookin' legs
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| You were funnier than most people knew you were
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| But I knew you well
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| We skipped a class or two to write a couple songs
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| They were always pretty good
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| 'Til the next year we realized that we were wrong
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| You took a prepubescent kid and showed him to the world
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| Introduced him to rock n' roll, YouTube, and girls
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| I miss the days when girls were scary
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| My mama said you were a bad influence
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| But I’ve never been influenced by anyone that could
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| Write or sing or make up shit as cool as you did
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| You made me who I am
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| You had my back and I had yours
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| You had my back and I had yours
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| We were just a couple of posers with guitars
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| That were always out of tune
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| We got a job that paid as low as it could
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| Folded boxes 'til our hands were stained the color of wood
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| But the dream that we were dreaming
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| Didn’t die when we were fired
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| Started a band without a drummer or a mic
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| Got a show within a week
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| That I thought would be the show to change my life
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| You made me who I am
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| You had my back and I had yours
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| You had my back and I had yours
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| We were just a couple of posers with guitars
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| That were always out of tune |