| Time flies and it seems to me
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| The older ones get the history
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| I’ll Walk anywhere I like, thanks for the fight
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| How kind of you bye bye
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| She said, I know where you will be tomorrow
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| I said, that’s quite bizar, 'cause I don’t know where I’ll go
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| So tell me where I’ll be, in 2014
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| The fields or maybe down in the canteen
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| Living the dream, living the dream
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| Young gilrs and they seem to me much older than their givin age, you see
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| There’s less than meets the eye
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| The spirit’s gone, feel free to live, 'n bye bye
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| She said, I know where you will be tomorrow
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| I said, that’s quite bizar, 'cause I don’t know where I’ll go
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| So tell me where I’ll be, in 2014
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| The fields or maybe down in the canteen
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| Living the dream, living the dream
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| So tell me where I’ll be, in 2014
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| The fields or maybe down in the canteen
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| Living the dream, living the dream |