| I’m 21, but gosh I do feel old!
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| Too much concerned
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| With things which shouldn’t worry me
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| Or hurry me, or make me rush
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| I’m really flash, but gosh I do feel bad!
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| Completely smashed
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| Careering down life’s avenues
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| I’m out of place and out of touch
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| Rolling over on Wings of Thunder
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| We’re riding out to the Sun
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| Haring over on Wings Of Thunder
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| We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun
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| We’re gonna make it the Sun
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| Now I’m in love, and she has got me hooked
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| But things are good
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| With poor old me delirious
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| She takes it all so serious
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| Rolling over on Wings of Thunder
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| We’re riding out to the Sun
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| Haring over on Wings Of Thunder
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| We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun
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| We’re gonna make it the Sun
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| My head has spread, it won’t stay in one place
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| Confused and laced
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| I’m liking going haywire
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| And I find I have a taste for the pace
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| Rolling over on Wings of Thunder
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| We’re riding out to the Sun
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| Haring over on Wings Of Thunder
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| We’re bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun
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| We’re gonna make it the Sun |