| Do you remember back in the day? |
| the years of growing up
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| Having a laugh and having a say and not much to worry about
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| They were the times we truly believed the world belongs to us
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| We had our empty streets and blood on Saturday night
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| Do you remember those crazy days and all the backstreet stories
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| We kept our dreams alive, guards up and heads held high
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| And only seem like yesterday you had your days of glory
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| But all your passion faded and died
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| Where are those that shout the loudest?
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| They had their time — They been and gone
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| Different reasons, different stories, different types
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| But look at me… I still carry on!
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| Today you think you got it sussed, you run your old man’s firm
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| Few old records in the loft and a pair of old DM’s
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| Enjoying 2tone cover bands while eating your Sunday roast
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| You’re a bootboy once a year at the weekend down the coast
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| Where are those that shout the loudest?
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| They had their time — They been and gone
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| Different reasons, different stories, different types
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| But look at me… I still carry on!
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| Look at me today I’m still going strong
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| I made mistakes along the way but I’m here where I belong
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| Can you tell me mate how long did you last?
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| Go away! |
| And take your stories from the past
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| Where are those that shout the loudest?! |
| Where are they now?! |