| Sometimes, I feel like being young
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| Jumpin' around, jumpin' around
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| There can be a comfort in Being loud (Marshall stack loud)
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| Acting 'bout half my age
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| Everything’s come a couple years late
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| I guess it’s bad to complain
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| When everything’s good, everything’s great
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| Jump up, jump down
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| (Jump down)
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| Tired of jumping around
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| (Jumping around)
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| (Jump)
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| Today I realized I’m not so young
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| Jumpin' around (jumping around)
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| With the French star in front of me
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| So educated and well respected (well respected)
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| It can be embarrassing when you’re this loud
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| So Marshall stack loud
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| She covers her ears and I’m here
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| And I’m a fool and not a bit proud
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| Jump up, jump down
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| (Jump down)
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| Tired of jumping around
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| (Jumping around)
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| How am I to find someone to settle down with? |
| (Settle down)
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| What choices do I have?
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| I’m not educated and I’m not respected
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| And what am I to do?
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| As the train leaves for Kensal Green
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| I can’t come back to you
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| So, I send this music box to sleep to
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| Jump up jump down
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| (Jump down)
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| Tired of (tired of) jumping around
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| (Jumping around)
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| Jump up jump down
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| (Jump down)
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| Tired of (tired of) jumping around
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| (Jumping around)
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| (Jump up)
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| Short days and long nights, short days and long nights
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| Seven More Minutes please, Seven More Minutes
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| Seven More Minutes please, Seven More Minutes |