| Please don’t live the same year eighty times
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| Lord knows that if you do you can’t ever call that a life
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| It’s true my darling, I love watching TV in your tiny room
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| But I swear there must be so much more
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| Stepping out your door
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| The days’ll run away
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| So let’s go up in flames
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| Hey!
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| It’s obscene, when I was seventeen I had no wisdom teeth
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| They say «just be yourself» like that’s an easy thing to be
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| No you don’t need a boyfriend now, oh honey pie, oh girl
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| I’ll show you the world
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| Here’s another photo staring back at me
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| The days’ll run away
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| Maybe this time tomorrow
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| I’ll have something to say
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| These days’ll run away
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| Burning like a Roman Candle
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| And we’ll go up in flames
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| Fireworks and new skies
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| Explode anti-clockwise from the past
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| There’s no use in looking back
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| But I could tell you a story
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| I’m dying for glory, don’t want fame
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| Just wanna burn, go up in flames
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| The days’ll run away
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| Maybe this time tomorrow
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| I’ll have something to say
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| Yeah the days’ll run away
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| Burning like a Roman Candle
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| So let’s go up in flames
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| The days’ll run away
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| Burning like a Roman Candle
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| Let’s go up, up, up in flames
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| These days’ll run away
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| Take my hand, oh! |
| Come on darling
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| Come on let’s be brave |