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You got the charm and warmth of a second hand store
And the owners, they seem quite polite
All the boys hang on to your words
Like a Sunday front page headline
But don't worry about the story
'Cause it's too much to believe
I'll be flicking straight to page five
That's where the true one tends to be

Oh, acting up for nothing
On a carousel with too much blow
I'll miss it all
You miss it all
But I don't wanna hold you down

You wander through looking for the crossfire
And when something hits, you say "This is too much for me"
And I don't mind if none of your clothes are folded
Yeah, everyone's got time for that next week
But don't worry about the story
And don't worry about your age
Yeah, everyone's going somewhere
Without a clue if it's the right way

Oh, but you're acting up for nothing
On a carousel with too much blow
I'll miss it all
You miss it all
But I don't wanna hold you down

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There's some paper trail of madness leading up to your door
And the delivery man's soft spoken
He doesn't even know what for
But you just worry about your parents
And everything they say
You don't have to know what you're doing yet
You'll figure it out someday
Yeah, someday

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