| On a fault line, late night
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| Underneath the stars we came alive
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| And singing to the sky just felt right
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| I won't forget the good times
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| While the punks started picking fights
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| With the skater kids under city lights
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| Remember how we laughed 'til we cried
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| I won't forget the good times
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| I never want to leave this sunset town
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| But one day the time may come
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| And I'll take you at your word
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| And carry on
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| I'll hate the goodbye
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| But I won't forget the good times
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| I won't forget the good times
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| Bare-knuckled, tight lip
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| Middle fingers up, ego trip
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| Devil may care but we didn't mind
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| I won't forget the good times
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| We're the boys in black smoking cigarettes
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| Chasing girls who didn't know love yet
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| As the bonfire mood came down
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| I won't forget the good times
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| I never want to leave this sunset town
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| But one day the time may come
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| And I'll take you at your word
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| And carry on
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| I'll hate the goodbye
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| But I won't forget the good times
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| I won't forget the good times
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| When we laughed
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| When we cried
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| Those were the days
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| We owned the night
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| Wiped away
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| Lost in time
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| I found the nerve
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| To say that
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| I never want to leave this sunset town
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| But one day the time may come
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| And I'll take you at your word
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| And carry on
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| I'll hate the goodbye
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| But I won't forget the good times
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| I won't forget the good times |