| Staring at the dead leaves in a backyard pool
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| Where did my life go?
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| What a spectacular view
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| All those old Irish songs at my grandfather’s funeral
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| Seventeen candles on a birthday cake
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| Seems like yesterday
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| Fell in and out of love and hard drugs
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| Found my heart in Los Angeles
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| I don’t have any answers for you kid
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| I’m still figuring out what I’m doing here
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| Keep your home in your heart
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| It keeps you out of the rain
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| Don’t let those sad songs rot your brain
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| I’ll hold the wheel while you light your cigarette
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| Burning down the highway out of here
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| My twenties clipping at my heels
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| I’ve been killing myself just to know how it feels
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| Laid out on my childhood bed
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| To the sound of «Sam's Town» and my hands behind my head
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| I don’t have any answers for you kid
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| I’m still figuring out what I’m doing here
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| Keep your home in your heart
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| It keeps you out of the rain
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| Don’t let those sad songs rot your brain
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| Ask me again why I’m never really here
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| Nothing has to leave when it lives in my head
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| Ask me again why I’m never really here
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| Nothing lives forever, but it lives in my head
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| I don’t have any answers for you kid
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| I’m still figuring out what I’m doing here
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| Keep your home in your heart
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| It keeps you out of the rain
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| Don’t let those sad songs rot your brain
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| Don’t let those sad songs rot your brain
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| Don’t let those sad songs rot your brain |