| IS that the way it was before?
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| Cuz I don’t remember boys
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| Friends in every bar in town
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| Running all the good days down
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| Is that the way it was before?
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| Cuz I don’t remember…
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| Felt like fighters when we caught the plane
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| Until that day we never heard its name
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| We did some things we didn’t understand
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| And now we feel like strangers in our own land
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| The boys… blazing on a summer night
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| Girls they want to watch them fight
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| Is that the way it was before?
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| Cuz I dont' remember boys
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| Friends at every bar in town
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| Running all the good days down
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| Is that the way it was before?
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| Cuz I can’t remember
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| This photograph I hold when I sleep
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| Cuz soon people stop asking
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| When I could not explain what I have seen at the bars in town
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| All the boys in town
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| Are running all the good days down
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| Running all the good days down All the good days down |