| Let me tell you a story
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| 'Bout the hazy good old days
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| A change in the game, rules are for kids
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| Wanted to play but now I’m on the sideline
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| Watchin' everyone havin' so much fun
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| Never let 'em know you’re angrier than them
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| Ow, nobody cares about the days of old
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| Take a quick picture then you run home
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| Call my friends, no one picks up
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| I guess I’m going out all alone again
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| It’s time to grow up, but I don’t wanna calm down
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| Everything happens for a reason somehow
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| But, I know that’s not true, the meaning is just the same common purpose that I
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| love but might not
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| Trust no more
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| Oh mama how I miss those days
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| Watch them stream away, I wave
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| But they don’t wave back at me
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| Guess they’re just afraid, that they might get seen
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| Maybe afraid of what they wanna be
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| Some old freak like me
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| No
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| It all makes sense, prisoners of earth
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| Listen to the stories from before your birth
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| Trainin' for the game, kiss him in the rain
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| Everything about it is so fuckin' insane
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| It’s been a long time, you never lost touch
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| Here comes an old witch with a poison apple
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| Bring it to me, I’ll take a bite
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| Every last piece until I lose the light, oh
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| I can only, I can only
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| I can only change what I can change
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| I can only change what I can change
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| Meet me at the bottom
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| I can only change what I can change
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| I can only change what I can change
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| Meet me at the bottom
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| The lost years
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| I never think about those days everyone’s talking about
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| They were the best, I guess
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| You say you like the way I dress
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| But that gets me beat up
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| And now you see
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| That was the story of my youth
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| I hope it makes sense to you
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| 'Cause it doesn’t make sense to me |