| Do you remember
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| Those hazy amber days
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| We were but children
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| Having the time of our lives
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| We had no regard, no respect
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| A floor was a bed
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| And a bed held the mysteries of life
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| They had to end
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| But so soon?
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| And to sit in the dark
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| Of my lonely room
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| Made it all seem so cruelly real
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| Say no goodbyes, no regrets
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| For the things that we said
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| How we said
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| That we only wanted an answer
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| To our dreams
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| We wanted an answer to our dreams
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| Ignorance is bliss
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| When adulthood we can resist
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| To embrace the years with grace
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| What a waste
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| What a waste
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| The fun we had
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| The fun we’ll have
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| Reckless immaturity
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| For stars we are
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| And stars we’ll be
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| Just you and me
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| For stars we are
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| And stars we’ll be
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| Just you and me |