| I hear the calamity of young ideas gatherin' around the edge of my years, yeah,
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| And we’re waitin' for the bell to end the afternoon and usher in the evening,
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| yeah…
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| I can hear them singin'… (The night is young, we’ve only just begun, yeah…)
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| I can hear them singing… (Grab a friend, jump on in, run from the end till it
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| comes, yeah…)
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| The mirror has changed my shape — tomorrow used to be so kind and so far away,
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| yeah;
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| Now it’s clear when I touch my face, the unmistakable feel of slippin' away,
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| yeah…
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| I can hear them singin'… (The night is young, we’ve only just begun, yeah…)
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| I can hear them singing… (Grab a friend, jump on in, run from the end till it
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| comes, yeah…)
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| My past is bigger and brighter than my future,
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| But the struggle is all the same…
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| I fight to mean somethin' in this life I live;
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| The end comes, but the work is undone…
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| Don’t they know I’m still here,
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| Pushin' against the atmosphere?
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| The best of things haven’t been shared yet;
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| It just can’t be over yet… (over yet…)
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| Can they hear me screamin'? |
| (The night is young, we’ve only just begun, yeah…)
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| Can they hear me screamin'? |
| (Grab a friend, jump on in, run from the end till
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| it comes, yeah…)
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| Hear me screamin'…
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| Riding away into the sun,
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| Making way for the new horizon…
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| Riding away into the sun,
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| Making way for the new horizon… |