I opened my eyes this morning
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Feeling like I'd died the night before
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What did I drink and how I am still lying here?
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It's days like these I miss my friends the most
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And end up feeling like a ghost,
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I check my pulse to make sure I'm still alive.
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old at 22
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old at 22
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I fall in love with every city then my stomach aches for days,
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Because I'm somewhere between happy and okay.
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With Springstein in my headphones singing mockingly away,
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Oh Brucey baby, I've seen better days
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These are not better days.
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old at 22
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old at 22
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Why do I do this to myself?
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Why do I do this to myself?
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old at 22
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old at 22
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Yeah, nobody but you
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Can make me feel this old at 22
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22
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| Deaf Havana |
