| Oh, the day will come
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| When we wake in the morning sun
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| Suddenly we’re so grown up
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| And we don’t talk so much
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| Anymore
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| When you
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| You’ll look back on a night like this
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| Know that we were wild as hell
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| And we were something else
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| Yeah, I’m sure
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| We’ll never be this young in our lives again
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| We’ll never be this dumb and inspired again
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| So come on and fill a cup and raise it up
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| We’ve been waiting up and this is our time, yeah
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| We’ll never be this young in our lives again
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| We are wasting time
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| Small town streets, drinking cheap red wine
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| Rolling in your old t-shirts
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| Chilling and talking dirt to lose light
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| When the story ends
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| No one knows but we got good friends
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| Yeah we got a lot to learn
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| I watched the pages turn into life
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| We’ll never be this young in our lives again
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| We’ll never be this dumb and inspired again
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| So come on and fill a cup and raise it up
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| We’ve been waiting up and this is our time, yeah
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| We’ll never be this young in our lives again |