| Take me back to Willow Grove
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| My heart belongs to Hatboro
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| And I don’t wanna sit here in this room
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| I am bored with parties and with you
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| But I know that I’ll be leaving here tonight with my pride
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| Why can’t we talk just like we did
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| Like before when we were kids?
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| We’d laugh all night and hang out in the street
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| About stupid things and girls we wanna meet
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| But I haven’t spent a night like that with you for far too long
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| I know they say that I’m no fun
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| And that I’m not like everyone
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| But all you do is get fucked up anymore
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| The same thing that you did the night before
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| Sometimes I find it so hard to believe
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| That part of you was once a part of me
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| When I look up at photos on my wall that you’re in
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| Maybe it was just time to grow up
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| Or maybe you’ve just flat out given up
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| Or maybe I just do not give a fuck, you’ll say
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| I am staring at this sky
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| I am hoping I go blind
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| I am watching you decline
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| I am fine
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| And I feel like standing up on a rock that hasn’t sunk
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| While I watch you floating by me
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| With your head up to catch your breath
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| I will kneel down to pull you in
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| But I reach out and lose my grip, or did I? |