| Seventeen and innocent
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| I wonder where all the years went
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| Lookin' back on a youth misspent
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| God, I miss those days
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| All the chances that we took
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| Always leaped and never looked
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| I tell you I could write a book
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| On all the hell we raised
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| Thought I was cool with my lucky stripes
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| I didn’t start too many fights
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| But in those days I finished quite a few
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| Beat-up cars and the cheapest wine
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| And any trouble we could find
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| The worst of days were the best of times
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| Lookin' back through life’s rearview
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| Lookin' back
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| I miss my misspent youth
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| I’m no worse now for the wear
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| I’ve gotten married and cut my hair
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| Me and her we’re quite a pair
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| All my friends say
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| And speaking of old friends
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| We still talk now and then
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| 'Cept now there’s a few of them
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| You can only reach by prayer
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| We were cool with our lucky stripes
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| Didn’t start too many fights
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| But in those days we finished quite a few
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| Beat-up cars and the cheapest wine
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| And any trouble that we could find
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| The worst of days were the best of times
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| Lookin' back through life’s rearview
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| And lookin' back
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| I miss my misspent youth
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| Beat-up cars and the cheapest wine
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| And any trouble we could find
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| The worst of days were the best of times
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| Lookin' back through life’s rearview
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| And lookin' back
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| I miss my misspent youth
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| I miss my misspent youth |