| Oh man it seems like yesterday when I bought you a drink and I asked you your
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| name
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| The little girl with the punk rock face and the sadness in her eyes
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| But we both know that people change pack their things and move away
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| Now I don’t care what the neighbors say
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| Hey dj find a record let the music play come on
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| So where do we go from here
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| Cause it seems so hopeless
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| I just want to make a difference
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| But I can’t seem to find my focus
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| Oh man it seems like yesterday when I first drove you home in my stock Chevrolet
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| The little girls is all grown up and now gasoline is like four bucks
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| But the sadness it still remains cause the time will fly but let the people
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| change
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| And I still don’t care what the neighbors say
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| Dj find a record let the music play come on
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| So where do we go from here
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| Cause it seems so hopeless
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| I just want to make a difference
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| But I can’t seem to find my focus
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| So where do we go from here
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| Cause it seems so hopeless
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| I just want to make a difference
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| But I can’t seem to find my focus
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| When the streets get dark in the beach front city
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| Get out, Get out, Get out
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| You see the sun go down on the quiet town
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| You fall asleep to the traffic on the boulevard
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| Now the words spoke, the silence broken
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| Now the words spoke, the silence broken
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| Now
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| The American moonlight plays on the left step freak
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| My ventures play in the Chevrolet
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| I don’t care about your face or the money you make
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| I buy a rebel flag like the Southern States
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| I work all day and every day I got my house shows on and my bills are paid
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| I need a punk rock girl and a chronic eight
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| Dj spin my record let the music play come on
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| So where do we go from here
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| Cause it seems so hopeless
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| I just want to make a difference
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| But I can’t seem to find my focus
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| So where do we go from here
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| Cause it seems so hopeless
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| I just want to make a difference
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| But I can’t seem to find my focus
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| When the streets get dark in the beach front city
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| Get out, Get out, Get out
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| You see the sun go down on the quiet town
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
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| You fall asleep to the traffic on the boulevard
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| Now the words spoke, the silence broken
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| Now the words spoke, the silence broken |