| We were gonna be the ones on the radio
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| Gonna be the ones with the sold out shows
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| Wanted everyone to know our name
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| We were busy chasing lights and fame
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| A band in a van headed to your town
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| Weren’t gonna leave 'til ya kicked us out
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| Doing what we had to do
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| Crashing on a couch or two
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| And when the lights went down
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| We were singing
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| Oh oh oh…
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| We were young and fun
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| Just another band on the run
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| Oh oh oh…
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| We were just chasing dreams
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| Finding out in the meantime what it means
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| To be young and wild and free
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| We were twenty three
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| We were staying up way too late on 21st
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| Living our lives like a second verse
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| Of a song that we all began
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| But nobody knows how it ends
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| There were summertime shows at the Exit In
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| Playing like we’ll never get the chance again
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| Spotting big shots in the crowd
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| Hoping they’d find us out
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| Living out our teenage fantasies
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| Dreaming about the possibilities
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| You never know
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| Who’ll be on the cover of the next Rolling Stone you see
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| And we were singing
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| It was brighter by the day and better by the minute
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| Having twice as much fun 'cause we were all in it |