| Restless days, sleepless nights
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| Our own world
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| Future pipe-dreams of making it out alive
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| Crank up the music, live the lyrics cuz it feels so right
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| Roll up to the party to get it started
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| We’d all lose control
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| 40 oz. |
| of Mickey’s and a Hornet
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| Passed out by the bowl
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| Picked up where we left off the night before
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| From show to show
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| Giving just once chance you know we’d take it and we’d lose control
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| ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
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| Let’s take a walk down memory lane
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| Let’s talk a ride and try to see where we’ve all been
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| Its been so long and everything’s changed
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| Here’s to the days, let’s take em' back and live again
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| Band kids, skaters, punks, stoners, mods, and skins
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| Out by the flagpole, smokers lot, tying up your friends again
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| Skipping class, living fast, dying just to live
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| There’s nothing that could stop us we we’re
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| Dying just to live through these
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| Sleepless days, restless nights
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| Our own world
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| Future pipe-dreams of making it out alive
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| Crank up the music and watch it roll as we’d all lose control
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| ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR!
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| (and live again…) |