Answer
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What
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if
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all
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my
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best
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years
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are
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behind
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me?
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What
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if
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they
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ended
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when
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I
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was
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nineteen?
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After
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all
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of
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these
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years
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that
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I've
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wasted
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When
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I
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get
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what
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I
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want,
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will
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I
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hate
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it?
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And
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after
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all
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my
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overthinkin'
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I've
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got
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nothin'
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here
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to
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show
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I
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wanna
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hang
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out
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with
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the
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big
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kids
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But
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I'm
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afraid
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of
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Answer
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gettin'
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old
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Don't
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tell
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me
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it
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will
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get
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better
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Don't
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say
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it'll
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be
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okay
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It's
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not
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a
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mood,
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it's
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not
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a
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phase
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It's
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a
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quarter
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life
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crisis
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All
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of
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my
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vices,
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rise
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to
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the
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surface
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They're
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workin'
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the
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night
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shift
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A
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quarter
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life
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crisis
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There's
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nothin'
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like
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it
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I
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look
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at
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my
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face
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and
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I
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don't
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recognise
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it
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Answer
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I'm
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too
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young
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to
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right
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it,
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too
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old
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to
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fight
|
it
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I'm
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stuck
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in
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the
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middle
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like
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some
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fuckin'
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hybrid
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I
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feel
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like
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my
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mind
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is
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twenty-five-sided
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I'll
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let
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you
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know
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if
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I
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ever
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survive
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this
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quarter
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life
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crisis
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I'm
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no
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longer
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naive,
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I'm
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corrupted
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And
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I
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don't
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feel
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as
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pure
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as
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I
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once
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did
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Maybe
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if
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Answer
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I
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could
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turn
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to
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religion
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I'd
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believe
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all
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my
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sins
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were
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forgiven
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Man,
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I
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guess
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all
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my
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overthinkin'
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Didn't
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make
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me
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very
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smart
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How
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can
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I
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focus
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on
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the
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future
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When
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I'm
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one
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foot
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in
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the
|
past?
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Still
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couldn't
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get
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my
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shit
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together
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I
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guess
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some
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things
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never
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change
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It's
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not
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a
|
mood,
|
it's
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not
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a
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phase
|
|
Answer
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It's
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a
|
quarter
|
life
|
crisis
|
All
|
of
|
my
|
vices,
|
rise
|
to
|
the
|
surface
|
They're
|
workin'
|
the
|
night
|
shift
|
A
|
quarter
|
life
|
crisis
|
There's
|
nothin'
|
like
|
it
|
I
|
look
|
at
|
my
|
face
|
and
|
I
|
don't
|
recognise
|
it
|
I'm
|
too
|
young
|
to
|
right
|
it,
|
too
|
old
|
to
|
fight
|
it
|
I'm
|
stuck
|
in
|
the
|
middle
|
like
|
some
|
fuckin'
|
hybrid
|
I
|
|
Answer
|
feel
|
like
|
my
|
mind
|
is
|
twenty-five-sided
|
I'll
|
let
|
you
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know
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if
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I
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ever
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survive
|
this
|
quarter
|
life
|
crisis
|
Ah
|
Ah
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Ah-ah-ah
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Ah
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Ah
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Ah-ah-ah
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It's
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a
|
quarter
|
life
|
crisis
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Tried
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to
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describe
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this
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to
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other
|
people,
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they
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don't
|
realise
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It's
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a
|
quarter
|
life
|
crisis
|
There's
|
nothin'
|
like
|
it
|
I
|
look
|
at
|
my
|
face
|
and
|
I
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fucking
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despise
|
|
Answer
|
it
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I'm
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too
|
young
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to
|
right
|
it,
|
too
|
old
|
to
|
fight
|
it
|
I'm
|
stuck
|
in
|
the
|
middle
|
like
|
some
|
fuckin'
|
hybrid
|
A
|
quarter
|
life
|
crisis,
|
guess
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I'll
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just
|
write
|
it
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I'll
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let
|
you
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know
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if
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I
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ever
|
survive
|
this
|
quarter
|
life
|
crisis
|
Ah
|
Ah
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(Quarter
|
life
|
crisis)
|
Ah-ah-ah
|
(Quarter
|
life
|
crisis)
|
Ah
|
Ah
|
(Quarter
|
life
|
crisis)
|
Ah-ah-ah
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