| We grew up together
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| We saw it all we thought we had it made
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| But how was I gonna know
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| That the bond we had would soon begin to fade
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| The times we spent the fun we had
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| Are the memories that just turned bad
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| But that’s the price we pay for being young
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| We roamed the streets of every town
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| We almost had the country on its knees
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| But mass acceptance dragged you down
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| We were a problem overcome with ease
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| But unlike as we thought was right
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| We went down without a fight
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| And we let them grind us into the ground
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| The years have gone behind us
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| The things we’ve said and done
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| It’s strange to be nostalgic
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| When you’re only 21
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| There came a time when you were gone
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| When everything you stood for disappeared
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| And now I look at the shadow left
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| And I doubt if you will reappear
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| 'Cos you’ve left a legacy of clones
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| Of broken minds in broken homes
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| And it looks like I’ve become a memory |