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I'm at the movies, and they're playing our story

It's black and white, and I can't stop watching

At the bar, and they're playing our song

It sounds like summer and white guitars

And I don't wanna go

Anywhere anymore

And I don't wanna see

Anything, anything

I'm at the house that we grew up in

It falls down without you here

And in the car, I scream so loud

Because I don't exist no more

And I don't wanna go

Anywhere anymore

And I don't wanna be

Anything, anything

I'm just getting old, I'm just twenty-two

I just wanna hold on to you

I'm just getting old, I'm just twenty-two

I just wanna hold on to you

I'm just getting old, I'm just twenty-two

I just wanna hold on to you

I'm just getting old, I'm just twenty-two

I just wanna hold on to you