| Dope in the wash, strangers in bed
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| Dead-end nights, they make a heart beat half dead
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| In the mirror, striking a pose
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| Conjured up glamour in a school play rock show
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| Guess it doesn’t last forever, just a feeling to remember
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| Dope on a rope we hang, the catwalk’s a plank
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| Unless we turn around, and do it again
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| Generations change
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| In a blink the fad’s extinct
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| Find your lover or you’ll flash the fame
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| Before you wake up from your dream
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| Everything changes when
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| When the last call lights shine
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| Seizing the heartbeat of our lovely reckless times
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| Everything changes when
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| When the last call lights shine
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| Seizing the heartbeat of our lovely reckless times
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| Collect taxidermy fist
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| Smudges on your wrists
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| New friends flood the list till you’re sick
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| Trying to have a ball in a tagged-up stall
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| Numb when it’s from making sense of it all
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| I guess it doesn’t last forever
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| Just the feeling to remember
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| Dope on a rope we hang, the catwalk’s a plank
|
| Unless we turn around, and do it again
|
| Generations change
|
| In a blink, the fad’s extinct
|
| Find your lover or you’ll taste the fame
|
| Before you wake up from your dream
|
| Everything changes when
|
| When the last call lights shine
|
| Seizing the heartbeat of our lovely reckless times
|
| Everything changes when
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| When the last call lights shine
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| Seizing the heartbeat of our lovely reckless times |