| Looking out my window
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| I see some old friends riding down the street
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| On the bikes we used to ghostride on the playground
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| But I broke my bike last fall
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| And my parents were appalled
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| At my lack of respect for personal property
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| Sitting in the basement
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| Eating Peanut Butter Captain Crunch
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| Watching «Flipper» and building models
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| But that stuff wears out faster than my All-stars
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| Lock myself in my bedroom and play with my Hot Wheels Cars
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| Layin' in the back yard
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| Playin' like a rock star
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| Wish that I could forget
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| Running through the sprinkler
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| Until I’m soaking wet
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| I forget whatever happened to
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| Me and all my white-trash friends
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| They got sick of me or I grew out of them
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| But they must have felt betrayed
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| When I stopped seeing things their way
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| Lost all interest in the stupid plans we made
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| But I can still see them skating down the steepest hills
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| We were all fearless and our parents feared the doctor’s bills
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| Just having fun was our excuse
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| Just being cool was the truth
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| Don’t try to stop us 'cause it ain’t no use… |
| Layin' in the back yard
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| Playin' like a rock star
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| Wish that I could forget
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| Running through the sprinkler
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| Until I’m soaking wet
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| I forget, what you said, not yet |