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I watch you grow away from me in photographs |
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And memories like spies and salt betrays my eyes again |
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I started losing sleep and gaining weight |
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And wishing I was was ten again, so I could be your friend again |
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These days we go to waste like wine |
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That's turned to turpentine, tell it's six a.m. and I'm all messed up |
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I didn't mean to waste your time, so I'll fall back in line |
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But I'm warning you, we're growing up |
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I heard you found some pretty words to say |
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You found your little game to play and there's no one allowed in |
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Then just when we believed we could be great |
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Reality it permeates and conquers from within again |
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These days we go to waste like wine |
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That's turned to turpentine, tell it's six a.m. and I'm all messed up |
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I didn't mean to waste your time, so I'll fall back in line |
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But I'm warning you, we're growing up |
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I know we're okay |
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I know we're okay |
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These days we go to waste like wine |
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That's turned to turpentine, tell it's six a.m. and I'm all messed up |
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I didn't mean to waste your time, so I'll fall back in line |
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But I'm warning you, we're growing up |
