| What happened to the homecoming king?
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| She thinks about him every September
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| Woke up from the American Dream
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| Needing another night to remember
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| One with magic under the mirror ball
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| Making memories and love in his car
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| No, she never wanted to take it slow
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| Sometimes that’s just how the story goes
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| Don’t give up when you’re down
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| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now
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| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come
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| And maybe the old days are gone
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| But the night is young
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| «What you drinking? |
| Son have a seat,»
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| He said to me and ordered another
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| He woke up from the American Dream
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| Alone after the war he discovered
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| All the ticker tape and the glory fades
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| Life goes on and nothing gold ever stays
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| No, he never wanted to take it slow
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| Sometimes that’s just how the story goes
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| Don’t give up when you’re down
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| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now
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| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come
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| And maybe the old days are gone
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| But the night is young
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| Yeah, the night is young
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| Kings and queens and soldiers age
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| You can see the writing on their face;
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| Played the pawn in every game
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| Quintessential as it seems
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| When you’re looking back at seventeen
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| Life is but a dream
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| (Yeah)
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| Don’t give up when you’re down
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| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now
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| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come
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| And maybe the old days are gone
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| Don’t give up when you’re down
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| Don’t look back on your life like it’s over now
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| Sure, we’re all gonna die, the time will come
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| And maybe the old days are gone
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| But the night is young
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| Yeah the night is young, oh the night is young
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| Yeah the night is young
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| (Yeah the night is young) |