| Back in the day we were just kids
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| Pawnshop guitars and big ideas
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| Moving paint cans and setting up amps
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| Two car garage ready to jam
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| We butchered Sweet Home and Smoke On The Water
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| Thought we were cool couldn’t get any hotter
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| When the pretty girls on the block would come watch us play
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| We could hear em say
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah oh Yeah
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| We could hear em say
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah oh Yeah
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| Those good ol days turned into nights
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| From smokey bars to our name in lights
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| From a van to a bus playing sold out shows
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| A million miles down a million more to go
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| Having more fun than the law should allow
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| Twenty years later you can still hear the crowd scream
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| Let us hear ya sing
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah oh Yeah
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| Let us hear ya sing
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah oh Yeah
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| To the crew setting up and tearing it down
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| Busting there butts on our little playground
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| Thank you boys for another great show
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| And to all the fans we want you know
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| Will never forget cause we know it’s true
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| We wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you
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| Before we leave tonight tonight to rock another town
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| Come on and sing it loud
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah oh Yeah
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| Come on and sing it loud
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah oh Yeah
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| And Monday morning when ya go to work
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| You can say ya got the t-shirt
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| Yeah |