| Well, she was fifteen going to twenty nine
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| Daddy threw her out
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| Caught her doing a line
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| She still dances to the same old song
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| Preacher’s son, class president
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| Say I threw it all away
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| The night we met for a thrill
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| But, you were wrong
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| We were just a-learning
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| No flags were burning
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| Two kids just coming of age
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| And don’t try to teach us You’re never gonna reach us You and I, we ain’t the same
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| I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Left stranded
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| The last one standing
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| When it all comes crashing down
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| I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Left hiding
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| With your World colliding
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| And walls come a tumbling down
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| Put yourself in your shoes man
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| Would you want to be you?
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| I think it’s funny how you spring your tongue
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| Try to look good in other peoples eyes
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| Ah, hell if they only knew
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| You said three words, only one is true
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| The other two words they all about you
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| I see right through
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| I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Left stranded
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| The last one standing
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| When it all comes crashing down
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| I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Left hiding
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| With your World colliding
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| And walls come a tumbling down
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| Put yourself in your shoes man
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| Would you want to be you?
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| Take it bro…
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| We were just a-learning
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| No flags were burning
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| Two kids just coming of age
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| And don’t try to teach us You’re never gonna reach us You and I, we ain’t the same
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| I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Left stranded
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| The last one standing
|
| When it all comes crashing down
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| I wouldn’t want to be you
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| Left hiding
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| With your World colliding
|
| And walls come a tumbling down
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| Put yourself in your shoes man
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| Would you want to be you? |