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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