| I was so damn clever in my own little world
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| Gone and made the perfect gesture for the perfect girl
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| But nothing ever really works out like that
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| On the day and the day after
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| The feeling of disaster that I’ve truly got to know
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| In the months since I came home
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| Came back, nothing ever really works out like that
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| And we were young once
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| So was everyone
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| I guess something about it felt important
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| If I could remember the name of everyone I’d kissed
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| Does that mean they’d remember mine?
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| Was there something in that momentary bliss?
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| Such a beautiful waste of time
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| Today we sat together like the family we had made
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| And it was real and it was something and we ate off plastic plates
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| And we all work our dream jobs and I’m not lacking in ambition
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| I am a building of a person that’s scheduled for demolition
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| And we were young once
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| So was everyone
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| I guess something about it felt important
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| And we were happy once
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| So was everyone
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| I guess I never realised it was so important
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| What if I was right for someone else?
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| And what if I never learn how to live with myself?
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| And what if when I leave, you find someone that completes you?
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| Will that change anything
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| Or will I turn back into a pattern I’m so used to?
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| Pattern I’m so used to
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| And we were young once
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| So was everyone
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| I guess something about it felt important
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| And we were happy once
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| So was everyone
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| I guess I never realised it was so important
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| And we were young once
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| We were young once
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| We were young once
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| Again, again
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| Again, again
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| We were happy once
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| Again, again |