| Oh what a famous night but what a shame
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| The cops got called and told us to behave
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| But I don’t mind if nothing went to waste
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| Memories are everything when couple’s getting made
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| And from childish misbehaving comes the games that adults play
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| And I could not recall what made me feel like that
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| But slowly, it is coming back
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| And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
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| But luck’s such a funny thing: you think you’ve missed the gold
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| When slowly, it is coming back
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| And I was saving for some crazy rich kid clown
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| In a time when the verb «to work» had become an improper noun
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| And everything I did just dragged me down
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| From allegiance and obedience comes this feeling I’ve been drowned
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| And from juvenile delinquents came the gangs that run this town
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| And I could not recall what made me feel like that
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| But slowly, it is coming back
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| And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
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| But luck’s such a funny thing: you think you’ve missed the gold
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| When slowly, it is coming back
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| And you were like a baby in a politician’s arms
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| I’m the floating photo that your innocence disarms
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| And you will leave me in the morning, that’s okay
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| So let’s just touch 'cause there’s not much that we need to say
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| And I watch this famous night dwindle away
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| ‘Cause it’s feeling like a kid again that kept bad times at bay
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| And from some infantile and holding comes the way I feel today
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| And I could not recall what made me feel like that
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| But slowly, it is coming back
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| And I had no luck at all, no love come to that
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| But luck’s such a funny thing: you think you’ve missed the gold
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| When slowly, it is coming back |