| Oh, what if it was all true?
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| What if the holy war is upon us
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| And we’re about to see who made who?
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| Oh, what if we were all wrong?
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| Maybe we should have learned to shoot to kill
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| Instead of learning Van Halen songs
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| I-I-I, I-I, I used to be bold
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| I used to fan myself with the flames of discontent to fight the cold
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| I used to spit it right back in their face, now I do what I’m told
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| I used to be bold
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| I used to be bold
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| Oh, is my hair falling out?
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| I took those little pills for so long
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| I whisper when I shout
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| And I can’t tell which one I hate more
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| The arrogant dumb young opening bands
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| Or the cashing-in old bores
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| I-I-I, I-I, I used to be bold
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| I used to fan myself with the flames of discontent to fight the cold
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| I used to spit it right back in their face, now I ask how it’s sold
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| I used to be bold
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| I used to be bold
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| Wouldn’t it be nice if we were younger?
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| We could just get high and sing these songs
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| We could build a quiet life together
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| And laugh at how they all get it so wrong
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| Wouldn’t it be nice?
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| Wouldn’t it be nice?
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| Wouldn’t it be nice?
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| Wouldn’t it be nice?
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| Wouldn’t it be nice just to be bold?
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| I used to be bold |