| The flickering light in the hall
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| Is the first thing I’ll always recall
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| Flame nights that summer and fall
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| Feeling so strong, feeling like I’ve ten feet tall
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| No one had a clue
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| Beautifully blind to the blues
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| Scattered through the streets
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| No need for food or for sleep
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| We’re locked in a dream
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| Driving to the same spot each night
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| I clear in the hills to get high
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| Speeding back through the red lights
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| It’s a wonder that we, wonder we came out alive
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| No one had a clue
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| Beautifully blind to the blues
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| Laughing with all my crew
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| Sometimes I held on to you
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| I think you held on to me too
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| (Bridge)
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| When I attempt to recall
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| The day’s just a haze
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| I don’t remember the sun
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| Just the moon being you
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| We were always into |