| The boys are grinning from the photograph
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| It’s Friday night and they’re trying so hard
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| The sun is dropping and they want to go
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| Driving into town to see some girls they know
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| The boys, blazing on a summer night
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| Girls they want to watch them ride
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| Is that the way it was before?
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| Cause I don’t remember
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| Boys, friends at every bar in town
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| Running all the good days down
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| Is that the way it was before?
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| Cause I don’t remember
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| We felt like fighters when we caught the plane
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| Until that day we’d never heard its name
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| We did some things we didn’t understand
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| And now we feel like strangers in our own land
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| The boys, blazing on a summer night
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| Girls they want to watch them fight
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| Is that the way it was before?
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| Cause I can’t remember
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| Boys, friends at every bar in town
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| Running all the good days down
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| Is that the way it was before?
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| Cause I can’t remember
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| This photograph, I hold it when I sleep
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| Cause people soon stop asking
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| When I cannot explain what I have seen
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| And at the bars in town
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| All the boys in town
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| Are running all the good days down
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| Running all the good days down
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| Running all the good days down
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| All the good days down |