Seventeen Again

I don't wanna go home
I was walking around, just me and my headphones
I thought I'd cry but I don't

I could visit my friends
Roll the windows down on Broadway, take it all in
And head up north again

You're all I've ever known
I'm a tourist with a camera phone
I'll decorate all my own
Got a poster and a microphone

Seventeen again, someplace to go

I could get a quick job
Selling roses on Fridays outside the nightclub
Make some friends, call them up

You're all I've ever known
I'm a tourist with a camera phone
I'll decorate all my own
Got a postcard and a dial tone
In a jacket 'cause I know it's cold
Sorting out all thе shit from back home

I'm an echo
I'm an echo

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