| They are annoying today's girls
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| And sadly I'm one of them
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| They are too hesitant the girls of today
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| They don't know what they want
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| They don't know how to say... "yes"
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| People of my time embrace
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| And from this time people get tired
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| Suddenly everything fades away
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| At the time of the preface
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| We make ourselves weak with intense love
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| We're slipping away though...
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| Before writing the next day
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| They are confusing the girls of today
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| A little love ride and then run away
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| If they follow the wind today's girls
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| Do you know boys do it too...yes
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| People of my time kiss each other
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| Before they replace each other
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| Everything relaxes comes loose
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| At the time of the preface
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| We make ourselves weak with intense love
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| We're slipping away though...
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| Before writing the next day
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| People of my time get annoyed
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| When other people replace them
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| What if we put our footsteps
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| Beyond the preface...
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| We make ourselves weak with intense love
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| We're slipping away though...
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| Before writing the next day
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living?
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| But flying from town to town
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| Are we really living? |