| The vicious and the golden years
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| Were trampled on by parents fears
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| We hid among the shadows of the night
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| Our bedrooms were our satellites
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| We dreamed on wings of golden lights
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| Pirates of the new romantic dawn
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| And it’s so glorious we dance to touchdown radio
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| See the glory boys, they break the mold
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| It’s so glorious we
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| They watch us as we kiss it all goodbye
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| We will write these memories down
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| Just like brave Joan Didion
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| We will never fade or seem obscure, oh no
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| The girls they crowd around the stage
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| We catch them with our passion gazes
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| Sing them songs of better days, oh yeah
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| And it’s so glorious we danced to touchdown radio
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| See the glory boys, they break the mold
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| It’s so glorious we
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| They watch us as we kiss it all goodbye
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| Little by little
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| I turn into you
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| Little by little
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| You become me too
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| Fashion or circumstance is true
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| We will write these memories down
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| Just like brave Joan Didion
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| It’s so glorious we dance to touchdown radio
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| See the glory boys, they break the mold
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| It’s so glorious we
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| They watch us as we kiss it all goodbye
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| It’s so glorious we dance to touchdown radio
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| See the glory boys, they break the mold
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| It’s so glorious we
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| They watch us as we kiss it all goodbye |