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I opened my eyes this morning feeling like
I'd died the night before, what did I drink
And how am I still lying here?
It's days like these I miss my friends the
Most and end up feeling like a ghost
I check my pulse to make sure I'm
Still alive

Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel
This old at twenty two
Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel
This old at twenty two

I fall in love with every city then my
Stomach aches for days, because I'm somewhere
Between happy and okay
With Springsteen in my headphones singing mockingly away
Oh, Brucey, baby, I've seen better days

Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel
This old at twenty two
Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel
This old at twenty two

Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I do this to myself?

Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel
This old at twenty two
Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel
This old at twenty two
Yeah, nobody but you, can make me feel
This old at twenty two