Oh yeah, everything is terrible when buying marijuana makes you feel like a criminal / When your new friends take a joke too literal, making you feel like the bad guy / Oh, where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over? / Oh yeah, all hope abandoned not young enough to be your companion / Not old enough to be your guide, what a cliche time to try / Oh, where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over?/ Where are we gonna go now that our twenties are over? / Everyone's asking me over and over. / The decade taken hostage by my own guilty conscience / When you gonna quit this nonsense, everyone's asking me over and over / But I don’t mind tellin’ lies. / So oh yeah, let's go to Vegas, put it all on black and get married by Elvis / If we wake up broke we’ll be fine, we’ll get rich in another lifetime. / Like tension you can cut with a knife, like a wedding ring that never fit right / Like a car alarm that won’t stop howling, a decade lost in the motions / To romance and cheap whiskey, the subtle sound of a fleeting feeling / Like four chords that don’t love you no more, in a motel room / In a sleeping bag on the floor, is it wrong to say that things can change?
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