| Will we be grey?
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| Watching ourselves decay
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| Will we pick up if we leave it off?
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| Can we start again once we have stopped?
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| You’re a middle class pain
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| And a first rate name caller
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| I hate the very thought
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| But I like you all the more for it
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| You’re a fiery dreamer
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| An overachiever
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| Getting lost in the cockpit
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| Talking our futures right at the start of it
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| And we’re still acting our age
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| Bursting our eardrums in my dad’s car
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| We’re learning everything the hard way
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| Grazes heal over and we’re torn apart
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| And I hope there’s room for you
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| Will we be grey?
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| Watching ourselves decay
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| Will we pick up if we leave it off?
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| Can we start again once we have stopped?
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| You’re a one-way plane ticket
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| Or maybe you’re a crash landing
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| Going places, no speed limit
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| I still like you all the more for it
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| I’m always amazed
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| By the places you chase
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| Got a glint where most are dead
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| 'Cause you know what lies ahead
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| And we’re still acting our age
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| Bursting our eardrums in my dad’s car
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| We’re learning everything the hard way
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| Grazes heal over and we’re torn apart
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| And I hope there’s room for you
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| Will we be grey?
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| Watching ourselves decay
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| Will we pick up if we leave it off?
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| Can we start again once we have stopped?
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| Will you still be enough for me?
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| (Will you still be enough for me?)
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| Will it still be the same when you’re a screen?
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| When my sun goes out, as your one comes to life?
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| 'Cause what we have is good, but I’m stuck on when
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| Our skylines run on different times
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| Will we be grey?
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| Will we be grey?
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| Watching ourselves decay
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| Will we be grey?
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| Will we be grey?
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| Watching ourselves all decay |