| Hey, man, it's been a while
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| Do you remember me?
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| When I hit the streets I was 17
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| A little wild, a little green
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| I've been up and down and in between
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| After all these years and miles of memories
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| I'm still chasing dreams
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| But I ain't looking over my shoulder
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| I like the bed I'm sleeping in
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| It's just like me, it's broken in
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| It's not old — just older
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| Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
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| This skin I'm in it's alright with me
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| It's not old — just older
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| It's good to see your face
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| You ain't no worse for wear
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| Breathing that California air
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| When we took on the world
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| When we were young and brave
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| We got secrets that we'll take to the grave
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| And we're standing here shoulder to shoulder
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| I like the bed I'm sleeping in
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| It's just like me, it's broken in
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| It's not old — just older
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| Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
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| This skin I'm in it's alright with me
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| It's not old — just older
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| I'm not old enough to sing the blues
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| But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes
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| You can roll the dice 'til they call your bluff
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| But you can't win until you're not afraid to lose
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| Well, I look in the mirror
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| I don't hate what I see
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| There's a few more lines staring back at me
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| Now the nights has grown a little bit colder
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| Hey man, I gotta run
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| Now you take care
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| If you see coach T. Tell him I've cut my hair
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| I've kept my faith
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| I still believe I'm just...
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| Ha
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| I like the bed I'm sleeping in
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| It's just like me, it's broken in
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| It's not old — just older
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| Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
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| This skin I'm in it's alright with me
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| It's not old — just older |