I've got a plan,
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I've got it dripping down my forehead
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In the shape of a bead of sweat.
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How sweet would my life be
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If I wrote the songs the kids could not forget?
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I jump the gun again,
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I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am.
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The things I write will change the world
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And I will take you along for the ride.
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But this self appreciation is lame.
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It's not charming or cute anymore.
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Who am I kidding, we're sleeping on floors
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And the summer's almost over.
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At the expense of my new friends,
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This summer's almost over.
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My heart beats faster every night.
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Please let this last forever.
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This is the information age.
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I've got the age but where the fuck is my info!
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I know 24 isn't old, but I feel,
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That I am about to expire.
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I jump the gun again,
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I call you up and tell you how talented I think I am.
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The things I write will change the world
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And I will take you along for the ride.
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But this self appreciation is lame.
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It's not charming or cute anymore.
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Who am I kidding, we're sleeping on floors
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And the summer's almost over.
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At the expense of my new friends,
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this summers almost over.
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My heart beats faster every night.
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Please let this last forever.
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Van Rides And High Tides
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Broadway Calls |