| Everything you wanted in your life
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| Has happened to you now
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| But you’re standing in the courtyard
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| Mourning new lost friends
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| Whose lives were cut short before the summer’s end
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| And the boy you want so bad is sitting courtside with miss everything you hate
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| And it shapes the way you look at men
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| You’re bothered by the weight of having to pretend
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| That it’s still summer, but it’s not summer
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| 18 years
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| Chained to my fears
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| In too deep, losing sleep
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| Tragedies reminding me of why I’m losing sleep
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| I’m in too deep
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| I give up, are you up?, talk to me
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| I give up, are you up?, talk to me
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| Every boy you seem to trust
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| Loves to let you down
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| They’re always Standing on the edge of what makes sense
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| Like it’s tryna' focus frame with a dirty lens
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| And the girls who never let you let it down, the way you give it up
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| So you fill your time with chemicals
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| And you know the skin hardly memorable
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| Not like this summer, not like this summer
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| 18 years
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| Chained to my fears
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| In too deep, losing sleep
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| Tragedies reminding me of why I’m losing sleep
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| I’m in too deep
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| I give up, are you up?, talk to me
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| I give up, are you up?, talk to me |