| I recall us sneaking across the tracks
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| We were young at heart
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| And our minds were filled with ease
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| We read the writings on the walls there
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| And we laughed at all the silly things they said
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| We figured it had something to do with politics
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| About how wanting everything is not a crime
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| Now our fathers are coming out here to get us
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| And they will brings us home
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| And they will be angry at us at best
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| You were making me feel
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| Like the youngest man alive
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| Can’t someone write a book about it?
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| I’m the youngest man alive
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| Now morning is here
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| And we’ve said our first goodbye
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| I recall us sneaking across the tracks
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| We must have talked about this
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| A million times or more
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| I still remember the words that you whispered
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| You said we will fall, no matter what we do
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| There will be no understanding
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| 'Cause we stole this love and we didn’t even ask
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| Now our fathers are coming out here to get us
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| And they will bring us home
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| And they will be angry at us at best
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| You were making me feel
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| Like the youngest man alive
|
| Can’t someone write a book about it?
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| I’m the youngest man alive
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| Now morning is here
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| And we’ve said our first goodbye |