| I always let the days slip away
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| I should have been making up my mind
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| I never opened up, took it all in and
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| Now I’m running out of time
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| Sometimes I dream about going back
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| Keeping all the things I left behind
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| But now I know you can’t change the past
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| Way too young to know the reason why
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back
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| I feel the gravity pulling me faster than it ever has before
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| When I was seventeen, nicotine loving
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| Had me rushing out the door
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| I try to hold it back, take a breath
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| Looking at old pictures on the floor
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| But I hear everything telling me
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| You don’t have the time you gotta go
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| All the years, all the issues
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| All the eyes I have looked into
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| The stages and the love
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| All comes rushing back at once
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| I always let the days slip away
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| I should have been making up my mind
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| I never opened up, took it all in and
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| Now I’m running out of time
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| Sometimes I dream about going back
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| Keeping all the things I left behind
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| But now I know you can’t change the past
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| Way too young to know the reason why
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back
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| I always
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| I always
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back
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| And it all comes rushing back, rushing back |