growing up but staying young (sleeping in and having fun)
making plans to stay in love, but moving around just because
waking up to better days. spending the summer in a haze.
making noise for you-know-who, thinking about my baby loux.
it's getting a little complicated
and maybe i was never alone
all i know is it's getting a little complicated
you gotta hang loose, hang loose
cause maybe we're home
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hang loose!
I don't know Butchie instead.
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