| Late summer sky, two colors deep, three wide and a third all by
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| And set to try to take away the shadows from your eyes
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| You shift and sigh, do we live fully grown when we learn to cry?
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| This is why I never hold a grudge against you, love
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| But hey, this is the future
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| And we don’t grow up like that
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| Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails
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| And we scratch to the bottle when we need
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| Hey, this is the future
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| And we don’t grow up like that
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| Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails
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| And we scratch to the bottle when we need
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| One body bends, one body twists and breaks and the lifetime is
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| We rush to amend the situation but it happens all the time
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| I could pretend to think fondly of half the summer that I spent
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| In the wilderness, playing soccer and kissing girls
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| But hey, this is the future
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| And we don’t grow up like that
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| Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails
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| And we scratch to the bottle when we need
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| Hey, this is the future
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| And we don’t grow up like that
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| Oh we grow teeth and we grow nails
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| And we scratch to the bottle when we need
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| And we learn to be ashamed of each other
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| And we learn to be ashamed of ourselves
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| One busy street, one flock of birds that scatters beneath my feet
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| All these simple things they stick to me like truth, like ice, like fire |