| Do you recall the days at your old place?
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| Playing with Troll dolls to scare the kids away
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| My closet was a time machine, yours a stage
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| I wish we told those little girls they’re gonna be okay
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| Still picture it all in my mind
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| Making a campfire out of broken flashlights
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| Jealous of your high tops 'cause someone stole mine
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| Wish somebody would’ve told me that we’d be alright
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| My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
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| And my kind of nights are the ones that don’t end
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| My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
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| And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
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| My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
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| And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
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| My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
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| And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
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| Do you remember all the cartoons at midnight?
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| Like the one about the crass-humoured French guy
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| And what about you, Mr. Poetry?
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| And what about all that we built in just a couple weeks?
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| Talkin' 'bout all of our fears through a cracked screen
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| Picking little fights over falling asleep
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| I wish you knew I loved you when you knew you loved me
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| Really wish I knew you sooner than my 20s
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| My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
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| And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
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| My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
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| And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
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| My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
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| And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
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| My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
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| And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
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| I’m a product of the who’s, when’s, and how’s
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| Those who let go and those who stuck around
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| I wish somebody would’ve told me I’d be here now
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| 'Cause this kind of life is one to sing about (Oh yeah)
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| My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
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| And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
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| My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
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| And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
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| My kind of time’s meant to carelessly spend
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| And my kind of nights are the one’s that don’t end
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| My kind of fun doesn’t make any sense
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| And my kind of love, you won’t ever forget
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| My kind of love you, won’t ever forget
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| Wish somebody would’ve told me that would be alright |