| We’ve been through some highs, forgot the lows
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| We’ve settled for playing garden parties in the rain, well, so it goes
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| I don’t think we’d ever had the chance to
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| Get bigger than what we are today
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| We never got further than a name-drop in a nineties Wölf cd
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| Still we do the same
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| We’re there once a week to revel in stereo
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| Slowly turning grey
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| And I’m pretty sure that we never will tour Ontario
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| So far, so good, so what if we’re older
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| (Did you see No Use in … '94, I think?)
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| Those were good times but as years went by, we slowly parted ways
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| So now it’s Apollo Radio burning
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| Sometimes we get paid, sometimes for free
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| We’re aiming for 15 songs in a 30 minute show
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| Reliving younger days
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| Still we do the same
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| We’re there once a week to revel in stereo
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| Slowly turning grey
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| And I’m pretty sure that we never will tour Ontario
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| It’s hard to tell where we’ll be going from here
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| We might call it quits in a couple of years
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| Someday we will tell our grandchildren all about the days
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| When we were big and all ablaze
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| Going for the moment doing ‘Aaah'
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| And still this sounds like fun
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| Still we do the same
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| We’re there once a week to revel in stereo
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| Slowly turning grey
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| And I’m pretty sure that we never will tour Ontario |