| Where’s hope when half the time
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| You are dying to give up and give in to real life?
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| All the maps indicate it’s time to go home
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| Or do we rally on until the end
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| Ignoring what our fathers said
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| We’ll never grow old just like them
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| Do I stick to my dreams; |
| the one I set for myself?
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| Though they’re so far apart
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| Must have been something somebody said
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| I’m sorry that I am not sure
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| Kills me to think that this all could just end without closure
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| An entire book finished without its final chapters
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| Then there are times like tonight;
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| Swinging in a basement with my best friends for
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| 50 kids who give a shit about the songs I wrote
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| About not growing up and never giving in
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| Those summer songs
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| Dog days we spent living miles apart from the ones that we love
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| Let this fade into memory;
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| Wash up ashore on the sands of my sleep |