| «I took a walk through this city tonight
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| Retracing steps etched in my mind
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| Of the darkest days that we survived
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| The troubled youth of suburban life
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| And at the heart of that beach town
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| I swore to you our innocence
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| All you saw was difference, afraid of change, afraid of ambition
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| Time won’t wait for me
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| I won’t live life, lost and confused
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| I’ll find direction with or without you
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| Now bunked up on these hardwood floors
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| I’m past tired and sleep eludes me
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| The punk rock show still sweats from our pores
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| Our minds are racing and our bones are still shaking
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| And we all can’t sleep tonight knowing tomorrow we’ll do it again
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| On the road in the am, the rising sun fills the walls of the van
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| All the letters never sent
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| Because all my time was spent
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| On stories you’ll never know
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| Written out of my mind
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| Guided by white lines on these endless roads
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| We have nothing in common with anyone» |