| I can’t believe we’re gettin' this old
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| October is a blowin' in cold
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| Put off all the bad advice
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| And put on your leather coat
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| Don’t think about what you had
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| That thinkin' only makes you sad
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| Will my love fall back again
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| Like an angel in the snow?
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| I’ve got big, big dreams
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| But I still ain’t got no motorbike
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| And there’s no money from the likes of what I love
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| And it seems, it seems
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| Me and my friends won’t make it through
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| ‘Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I’m thinking of
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| City livin' isn’t livin' quite right
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| Scared of sitting at a traffic light
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| Pretty pigeon ain’t a pretty sight
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| In a puddle, eatin' dirt
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| Staring at a broken telephone
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| Disconnected, and I feel alone
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| Just tell me what I used to know
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| And nobody here gets hurt
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| I’ve got big, big dreams
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| But I still ain’t got no motorbike
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| And there’s no money from the likes of what I love
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| And it seems, it seems
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| Me and my friends won’t make it through
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| ‘Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I’m thinking of
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| When it’s the present we hate the past
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| Everybody grows up too fast
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| When I was looking through the looking glass
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| I looked past being young
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| Disappointment comes as you grow
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| My generation’s not a TV show
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| And you can tell the fuckin' radio
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| That our songs have not been sung
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| I’ve got big, big dreams
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| But I still ain’t got no motorbike
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| And there’s no money from the likes of what I love
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| And it seems, it seems
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| Me and my friends won’t make it through
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| ‘Cause I still draw on dumb tattoo I’m thinking of
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| I can’t believe we’re gettin' this old
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| October is a blowin' in cold
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| Put off all the bad advice
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| And put on your leather coat |