| I remember
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| Fading stories
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| Of days when we fought to the death
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| And someone laughed
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| I remember
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| In all its glory
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| Times when we kissed
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| And the nights would almost pass
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| I can picture fluorescent street lights
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| That reflect in your eyes
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| And they shine like shattered shades of glass
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| No one knows what we’re
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| Doing here we have
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| Ambitious thoughts in our youth
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| But now we’re
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| Fading grey with nothing
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| New to say and I’m still
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| Holding on to the pictures of you
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| And the confessions of my youth
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| I remember
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| Four-day weekends
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| Sleeping away
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| As we laid in each other’s arms
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| I remember
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| The deadbeat best friends
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| Who said that I changed
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| And were lost to another’s shameless choice
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| No one knows what we’re
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| Doing here we have
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| Ambitious thoughts in our youth
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| But now we’re
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| Fading grey with nothing
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| New to say and I’m still
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| Holding on to the pictures of you
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| And the confessions of my youth
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| The confessions of my youth
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| I remember
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| The late-night drive home
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| Stolen for time
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| Getting high to our favorite tunes
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| And I remember
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| The broken payphones
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| That stole away my only way
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| Of speaking to you
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| No one knows what we’re
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| Doing here we have
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| Ambitious thoughts in our youth
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| But now we’re
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| Fading grey with nothing
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| New to say and I’m still
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| Holding on to the pictures of you
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| And the confessions of my youth
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| The confessions of my youth
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| The confessions of my youth
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| (Hey!) |