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You're in an all girl band, your futons second hand |
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Your parents understand but you don't care |
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I have a job in a shop, I'm an undercover cop |
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And make sure the customers aren't thieves |
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Old at being young, young at being old |
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Everything's on hold within our evolution |
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You're my alternative girlfriend |
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I love you, now you cannot pretend |
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There's nothing left that won't cross over |
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Last night we slept on the lawn, you woke up and I was gone |
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Back to the dream, I dream to leave |
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My life with her is a bore, a worn out metaphor |
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No more surprises up its sleeve |
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Old at being young, young at being old |
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And everything's been sold to others revolutions |
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You're my alternative girlfriend |
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I love you, now you cannot pretend |
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There's nothing left that won't cross over |
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You live above your dad's four car garage |
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With your vinyl and imaginary entourage |
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If I pull up in a U haul, pack up quick |
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So we can get out of this town 'coz it makes me sick |
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You're my alternative girlfriend |
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I love you, now you cannot pretend |
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There's nothing left that won't cross over |
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You're my alternative girlfriend |
