1a. |
Fifteen years old at my first dance |
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In the dress my mother picked |
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Twenty-five years out of date |
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I stand there feeling sick |
1b. |
Cheerleaders, bullies, mean girls, jocks |
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Each one stuck inside their box |
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A nerdy girl, that's all they see |
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They're picking out a box for me |
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| chorus |
My life's been built on memories |
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But something's getting clearer |
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I'll never find my future in |
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A Broken Rear-View Mirror |
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2a. |
Trying to be cool, riding shotgun |
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The engine roars and sputters |
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Racing on a learner's permit |
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One wheel in the gutter |
2b. |
A boy who thinks he is a man |
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That's how games get out of hand |
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My best friend underneath a sheet |
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Wreckage on a tear-wet street |
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| chorus |
My life's been built on memories |
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But something's getting clearer |
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I'll never find my future in |
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A Broken Rear-View Mirror |
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| bridge (3b.) |
And when my tears turn into dust |
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I'll see what's underneath the rust |
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Good or bad this too shall pass |
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Stars shine up from broken glass |
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| chorus |
My life's been built on memories |
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It's finally getting clearer |
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It's time that I stopped looking in |
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A Broken Rear-View Mirror |
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| coda |
I'll never find my future in |
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A Broken Rear-View Mirror |
