| Play Some Rock |
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| longing for the schoolyard |
| reaching for the scenes |
| reminded by the songs that will never disappear |
| random like |
| the infants |
| outdated like the old |
| lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure |
| doing some rehearsal |
| exercising in the cold |
| lowering the standarts |
| for the six-string never rolled |
| whistling at the girls |
| and saving for the fuel |
| making plans and knock knock knock on wood |
| play some rock |
| play some rock |
| please don’t stop |
| coming home coming home |
| sentenced by our faults |
| we were to make in time |
| pleasently aware of our solitude in mind |
| saved me from the boredom |
| of what we disavowed |
| encouraged by the sound |
| that was the sweetest one of all |
