| To all those friends who stuck around
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| When the red lights flashed and it all came down
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| With all that charm, you don’t need a reason
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| Teenage years always walked so fast
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| Undercover from the wrath of the bastard’s grasp
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| But hey, it was part of the dreaming
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| And I could understand
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| How you’d rather split than take my hand
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| Oh, but I ain’t believing
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| And the winters dried and turned to spring
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| And we got to strap these kicks again
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| Oh, that were never deceiving
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| May the sun always shine
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| Into your eyes when they can’t see through all th worry
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| When they can’t see through all the worry
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| And may your harts always chime
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| Through the nights when you’re so tired, so tired and lonely
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| And I could understand
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| How you’d rather split than take ay hand
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| Oh, but I ain’t believing
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| Teenage years always walked so fast
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| When the red lights flashed and we’d all just laugh
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| But hey, it was part of the dreaming
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| But hey, it was part of the dreaming
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| But hey, it was part of the dreaming |