| it’s been years
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| since i saw your band in the basement
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| of our good friend’s parents' house.
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| we formed those bonds beneath the ground,
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| we formed those bonds amongst the sound
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| of songs you wrote in hopes for better days.
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| if it were up to me, i’d relive all those days
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| that i sang the words and hummed the melodies over and over again.
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| if it were up to me, i’d relive every day
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| that we felt alone together.
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| some of us will drink ourselves to sleep tonight.
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| some of us won’t even sleep in Pennsylvania.
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| if it were up to me, we’d be back in that basement;
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| back in the place that we felt happy.
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| but it’s not up to me, so i’ll relive those days in my dreams,
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| and smile when we pass on the street. |