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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
Could make me feel this old at twenty two
Yeah
Nobody but you
Could make me feel this old at twenty two

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

These are not better days

Yeah
Nobody but you
Could make me feel this old at twenty two
Yeah
Nobody but you
Could make me feel this old at twenty two

Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh

Why do I do this to myself? (whoa-oh-oh)
Why do I do this to myself? (whoa-oh-oh)

Yeah
Nobody but you
Could make me feel this old, yeah

Yeah
Nobody but you
Could make me feel this old at twenty two
Yeah
Nobody but you
Could make me feel this old at twenty two