| One look sent knees to the ground,
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| Young bloods can’t be settling down
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| Young hearts need the pressure to pound,
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| So hold me close my baby
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| Don’t lie, I want 'em to know
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| God’s loves die young, is he ready to go?
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| It’s the last time running through snow
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| Where the vaults are full and the fire is bold
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| I want to know, does it bother you?
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| The low click of a ticking clock
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| There’s a lifetime right in front of you
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| And everyone I know
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| Young Turks, young Saturday nights
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| Young hips shouldn’t break on the ice
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| Old flames, they can warm you tonight
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| So keep it cool, my baby
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| Don’t lie, I want 'em to know
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| Dial up, three rings, and return him his gold
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| It’s the last time running through snow
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| Where the vaults are full and the fire is bold
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| I want to know, does it bother you?
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| The low click of a ticking clock
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| There’s a headstone right in front of you
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| And everyone I know
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| Don’t lie, I’m want 'em to know
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| God’s loves die young, are you ready to go?
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| It’s the last time running through snow
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| Cause the fire can’t last and the winter’s cold |