| I was over it far too often
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| To call it what we knew it wasn’t
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| You say that I think too little
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| I think that you’re talking too much
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| I’ve heard enough
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| 'Cause I couldn’t make it feel
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| The way that I swore it felt
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| When we were younger and ourselves
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| We were younger and ourselves
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| I couldn’t make it feel
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| The way that I swore it felt
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| When we were younger and ourselves
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| We were younger and ourselves
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| Sometimes on long rides
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| And long nights when my mind
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| Was running all the fucking time
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| You say that I got it twisted
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| But I think that you’re twisting it wrong
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| And on and on
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| 'Cause I couldn’t make it feel
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| The way that I swore it felt
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| When I was younger and myself
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| I was younger and myself
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| I couldn’t make it feel
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| The way that we swore it felt
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| When we were younger and ourselves
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| We were younger and ourselves
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| I sat around with the hollows and bad wits
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| But I don’t regret what I never fixed
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| I couldn’t make it feel
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| The way that I swore it felt
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| When I was younger and myself
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| I was younger and myself
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| I couldn’t make it feel
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| The way that we swore it felt
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| When we were younger and ourselves
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| When we were younger |