| Footprints in the sand, change of plans
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| Make a new one, take my hand
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| We’re young, we’re live
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| Chasing the memories, not enough time
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| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you
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| Footprints in the sand, change of plans
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| Make a new one, take my hand
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| We’re young, we’re live
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| Chasing the memories, not enough time
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| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you
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| White sands, crystal waters
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| Can you imagine a world without borders
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| Imagination don’t cave to gravity
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| These dreams pale this insane reality
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| Let the pressure come, we shine like a settin' sun
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| Like the good times never done
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| Snapshots with fella’s in Prague
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| Or a beach in spain, umbrella in the glass
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| Board shorts, long necks, cruise through the night
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| Summertime cowboys do what they like
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| Move like the tide, sure as there’s blue in the sky, the youth got my future on
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| side
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| Heard pictures a thousand words but I guess that shit ain’t about a verse
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| So I made an album of photos, an album of music
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| And can’t figure which comes first
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| Footprints in the sand, change of plans
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| Make a new one, take my hand
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| We’re young, we’re live
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| Chasing the memories, not enough time
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| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you
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| Footprints in the sand, change of plans
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| Make a new one, take my hand
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| We’re young, we’re live
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| Chasing the memories, not enough time
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| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you
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| Yeah, from behind dark shades
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| Watch in the skies, man
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| Like the world in the future in my hands
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| What more can a young man ask for?
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| Good mates and stamps in a passport
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| Light joints on a lonely beach
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| With a beer and a feed while my hometown sleeps
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| It’s as real as it gets, I can’t fake a thing
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| I moved on but still start to take it in
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| I swear don’t care where I’m at
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| I’ll always have time for a laugh with the lads
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| I keep memories close to my cash
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| So I’m never too, too focused on that
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| And look, I heard pictures a thousand words
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| But I guess that shit ain’t about a verse
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| So I made a album of photos, an album of music
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| And can’t figure which comes first
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| Footprints in the sand, change of plans
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| Make a new one, take my hand
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| We’re young, we’re live
|
| Chasing the memories, not enough time
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| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you
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| Footprints in the sand, change of plans
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| Make a new one, take my hand
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| We’re young, we’re live
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| Chasing the memories, not enough time
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| So I keep a picture in my wallet of you, you, you, you, you |