| Back when I was younger, wild and bold and free
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| I can still remember, how the music used to be.
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| Chords like rolling thunder, loud beyond control
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| Every note and lyric branded right across my soul.
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| Where did the rock go?
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| Where’s the rush of those electric guitars?
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| Where are all those voices raised in heaven
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| Blazing down like shooting stars?
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| Tell me where is the passion?
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| Where’s the rattle and the roar and the buzz?
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| Where do last year’s one-hit-wonders go to?
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| And what happened to the girl I was?
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| Somehow I got older, year by busy year.
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| Guess the songs kept playing, but I didn’t stop to hear.
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| All that youth and swagger turned to grown-up doubt
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| as the world spun like a record, and the music faded out.
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| Where did the rock go?
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| Where’s the pounding of the drums in my veins?
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| When did all the static fill the airwaves?
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| When it’s gone, then what remains?
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| Tell me where did the time go?
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| Where’s the joy I used to know, way back when?
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| Where’s the power and the beauty?
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| Then the frantic end, the rapture?
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| Where’s the magic of the moments only rock could ever capture?
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| Now the only thing I’m hearing, are the echoes disappearing.
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| Sorry for the outburst. | 
| Please, I’ll be okay.
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| Let’s keep this our secret. | 
| Who’d believe it anyway?
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| We’ll pretend it never happened, file it and forget.
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| Still, thanks for the reminder that there’s music in me yet.
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| Where did the rock go?
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| All those feelings that I learned to ignore?
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| If you flip the record and start over, does it sound the way it did before?
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| Where did the rock go? |