| Schoolgirls giggling in the next compartment
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| Lipstick ladies in their head
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| Magazine styles romantic visions
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| Starting their lives advertisement fed
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| And they’re brought up to believe in dreams of a better life
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| Thinking about the easy years to come
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| Looking forward that’s the only way that they’ve been taught
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| One day the world will be their own
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| And the wheel turns around
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| In the twinkling of an eye
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| And they find their hopes just castles in the sand
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| Older faces in the mirror now
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| Chasing ghosts of yesterday
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| Once they were foolish, once they didn’t care
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| Now their eyes fill with memories
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| They were brought up to believe in dreams and a better life
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| They sure knew good times when they were young
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| But somehow, sometimes, it’s not easy to recall
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| All the good things they have done
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| As their time slips away
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| Only memories live on
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| Ever changing with the passing of the years
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| How could life be so hard
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| Fading wishes left to rust
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| Till they find the stardust sprinkled in their eyes
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| Schoolgirls giggling in the next compartment
|
| Lipstick ladies in their head
|
| Magazine styles romantic visions
|
| Starting their lives advertisement fed
|
| They were brought up to believe in dreams of a better life
|
| Thinking about the easy years to come
|
| Looking forward that’s the only way to realize
|
| One day the world will be their own
|
| And they’re brought up to believe in dreams of a better life
|
| They sure knew good times when they were young
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| But sometimes, somehow, it’s not easy to recall
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| All the good things that they have done |