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He was everything I dreamed of
Used to ride around in his two seater
Being friends didn't make it much easier
Friday night lights stay away from the bleachers
Showed me obscure bands he was into
His mom in the dining room, we're in his bedroom, his girl too
Had to pretend like I didn't mind that bitch
Just so I could see his face
He introduced me to all his friends
I thought they were cooler than anyone I'd ever met before
Dressed well and we made a band
Honey moons and smoke breaks in a mini van
We'd drive through our trouble bubble
Screaming at mansions
Football pads become a memory
Football pads become a memory
A bad memory

[Pre-Chorus]
You changed me for the better
You changed me for the better

[Chorus]
Do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all again
Do it all, do it all again

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