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