| Friday night
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| I pull into the station
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| The same routine
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| The same old situation
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| Pushing through the crowd
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| And then I hear a song
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| I wonder if the good old days
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| Are really gone
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| We used to be crazier
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| Now we’re so serious
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| Was life really easier
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| Or what we just did here?
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| Am I too young? |
| Am I too old?
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| It doesn’t rock, it doesn’t roll
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| We’d stay out all night
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| To see our favorite band
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| Hanging out backstage
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| Was like the holy land
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| We used to be crazier
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| Now we’re so serious
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| Was life really easier
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| Or what we just did here?
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| Am I too young? |
| Am I too old?
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| It doesn’t rock, it doesn’t roll
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| Am I too young? |
| Am I too old?
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| I just wanna rock, I wanna roll
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| We’d turn up the radio
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| And wake up the neighbors
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| Was it so long ago?
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| It seems like it was only yesterday
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| Am I too young? |
| Am I too old?
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| It doesn’t rock, it doesn’t roll
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| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| Am I too young? |
| Am I too old?
|
| Is there something wrong with the radio?
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| It doesn’t rock, it doesn’t roll
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| Is there something wrong with the radio? |