| I don’t remember, were we wild and young
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| All that’s faded into memory
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| I feel like somebody I don’t know
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| Are we really who we used to be?
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| Am I really who I was?
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| The lights will draw you in
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| And the dark will bring you down
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| And the night will break your heart
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| But only if you’re lucky now
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| Waiting outside while you find your keys
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| Like bags of trash in the blackening snow
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| City of neon and toes that freeze
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| We’ve got nothing and nowhere to go
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| We’ve got nothing and nowhere
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| And the lights will draw you in
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| And the dark will take you down
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| And the night will break your heart
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| But only if you’re lucky now
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| And if the lights will draw you in
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| And the dark will take you down
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| And love can mend your heart
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| But only if you’re lucky now
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| Ay
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| Ay
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| Ay
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| Ay
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| I don’t remember, were we wild and young
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| All that’s faded into memory
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| I feel like somebody I don’t know
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| Are we really who we used to be?
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| Am I really who I was? |