| The ripe age of seventeen
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| Moved into the big bad city
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| Hoping it’d accept me
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| But I didn’t care it would make me wise and lean
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| Spent many a sleepless nights
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| Don’t care if the bedbugs bite
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| A hundred fancy couches
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| But my pillow was the thought of you
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| A flameless name
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| A foolish game
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| I’m half crazy
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| And you’re too sane
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| Thirty one days in June
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| My only mission was to find you
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| Yes I may be tired and I’m spent
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| But my love will pay the rent
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| With one shirt on my back
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| My father’s duffel bag
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| And it’s seen better days
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| Just like the youth that was once on my face
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| A shameless name
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| A foolish game
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| I’m half crazy
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| And you’re too sane
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| Thirty one days in June
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| My only mission was to find you
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| Yes I may be tired and I’m spent
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| But my love will pay the rent
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| My love, yeah my love, will pay the rent |