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We could have had the best of both Instead, we dance around and play it awfully coy Like we should settle down Start a family; kids, two At twenty four seems any bite is way too much to chew I mean we obviously grow older... But it’s a constantly growing pit on my tongue But there’s some fun in knowing ‘Shit it’s over’ ‘Thank god it’s over’ Yeah, we’ll get fancy Eat a hundred’s worth for two And I swear I’ll keep my head on tight like, no pressure! But later on stumbling for your door I’m leaning in until I taste cement From Letras Mania