| One more, more or less then we’re done
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| Can’t be sure if we had fun
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| Sweet sixteen been and gone
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| Eighteen next year, then we’re done
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| Girls like me if they’re younger
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| But girls my age want guys older
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| Guess I’m just stuck in the middle
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| Between easies and girls unattainable
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| Yeah, they say, these days are the best we got
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| What a tragic thought
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| And I try, and I try not to waste this time
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| But it just flies by the more I try
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| Slow down, don’t speak, say something
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| Line up, don’t cheat, stop staring
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| Sit down, shut up, start learning
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| Time’s up, get out, start working
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| Yeah, they say, these days are the best we got
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| What a tragic thought
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| And I try, and I try not to waste this time
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| But it just flies by the more I try
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| La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la
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| La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la
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| Yeah, they say, these days are the best we got
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| What a tragic thought
|
| And I try, and I try not to waste this time
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| But it just flies by the more I try
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| La, la, la-la-la, la, la, la-la-la
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| La-la-la, la-la-la
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| Yeah, they say, these days are the best we got
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| The best we got |