| He feels the school work is ready
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| I was high as a kite
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| We gather around the kitchen table
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| And we’re coming back to life
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| Rumor spreads like a virus
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| Bras fall, child’s the night
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| I’m making plans across the cable man
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| In the ultraviolet light
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| Well, we’re breaking all the rules
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| 'Cause they’re getting in the way
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| And we’ll never be as young as we are today
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| And they claim that I’m a fool
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| But I look the other way
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| They can tell me what to do when I’m old and gray
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| Now the stars are ours tonight
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| We’ll worry about tomorrow
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| When the sun starts shining bright
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| Then we’ll sleep
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| But now the stars are ours tonight
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| We’ll worry about tomorrow
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| When the sun starts shining bright
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| Then we’ll sleep
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| In the cries full of terror
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| White with black, velvet seeds
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| The drunk is shaking up the neighborhood
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| As we terrorize the streets
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| Having tans out the window
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| Cigarette in his teeth
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| The neighbors telling us to slow down
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| Shake their heads in disbelief
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| Well, we’re breaking all the rules
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| 'Cause they’re getting in the way
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| And we’ll never be as young as we are today
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| And they claim that I’m a fool
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| But I look the other way
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| They can tell me what to do when I’m old and gray
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| Now the stars are ours tonight
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| We’ll worry about tomorrow
|
| When the sun starts shining bright
|
| Then we’ll sleep
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| But now the stars are ours tonight
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| We’ll worry about tomorrow
|
| When the sun starts shining bright
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| Then we’ll sleep
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| Champagne toast to the ceiling
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| Peel the paint off the walls
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| The gang is hanging from the balcony
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| They’ll be hell to break tomorrow
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| Back in class on Monday
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| Mad high fives in the halls
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| This one is going in the history books
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| With the legends of the fall
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| Well, we’re breaking all the rules
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| 'Cause they’re getting in the way
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| And we’ll never be as young as we are today
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| And they claim that I’m a fool
|
| But I look the other way
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| They can tell me what to do when I’m old and gray
|
| Now the stars are ours tonight
|
| We’ll worry about tomorrow
|
| When the sun starts shining bright
|
| Then we’ll sleep
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| But now the stars are ours tonight
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| We’ll worry about tomorrow
|
| When the sun starts shining bright
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| Then we’ll sleep |