| Lets turn back the clock
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| Just get high and take a walk
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| Talk about our bright big future
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| And how Revolver fucking rocks
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| So drive me slow down that road
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| Those old rinks still feel like home
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| A brand-new moment in your minute
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| A set of words that ebb and flow
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| Just let the ocean cleanse your soul
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| Two kids riding in the empty street
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| Two knees scraping on the hot concrete
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| When all the lights go out on this distant dream
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| Two drinks thinking bout a girl I seen
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| If it all worked out would of been to clean
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| Sometimes you lose the want when you get the need
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| And I’ve been
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| Too tired to hide
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| Thinking
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| Where is my mind
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| And I’ve been
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| I’ve been coming down
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| And I’ve been
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| In my head running through
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| Thinking
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| Everything thats painted blue
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| Wondering
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| What it’s all about
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| Two kids riding in the empty street
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| Two knees scraping on the hot concrete
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| When all the lights go out on this distant dream
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| Two drinks thinking bout a girl I seen
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| If it all worked out woulda been to clean
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| Sometimes you lose the want when you get the need
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| Just let the ocean cleanse your soul
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| Two kids riding in the empty street
|
| Two knees scraping on the hot concrete
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| When all the lights go out on this distant dream
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| Two drinks thinking bout a girl I seen
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| If it all worked out woulda been to clean
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| Sometimes you lose the want when you get the need |