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I remember the days when we talked for hours |
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And we were young, we thought we had superpowers |
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We kissed the sky, expanded our minds, thought we could fly |
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We were dreamers and we'd never die |
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We were young punks but we showed potential |
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Was us against the world, we weren't sentimental |
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We weren't our problems, our age or our paychecks |
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And we weren't taking anybody's shit |
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If I know now what |
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I knew then |
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I'd back up do it all again |
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I'd take a bow, take it real slow |
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Take a ride down that yellow brick road |
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Know now what |
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I knew then |
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I'd back up do it all again |
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I'd take a bow, take it real slow |
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Take a [Incomprehensible], take a ride down that yellow brick road |
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Come on, come on rise up |
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Come on, come on rise up |
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Come on, come on rise |
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The winters were cold but we had your parents basement |
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This underground was for sinners and we embraced it |
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Magic pills, fairy tales, |
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Syd Barrett's ghost |
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Oh, we'd all get on that spaceship |
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We measured our lives in coffee spoons |
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And those |
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Friday nights quickly turned into |
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Sunday afternoons |
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We weren't our money, our muscles or our regrets |
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We were having a mere life experience |
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If I know now what |
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I knew then |
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I'd back up do it all again |
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I'd take a bow, take it real slow |
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Take a ride down that yellow brick road |
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Know now what |
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I knew then |
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I'd back up do it all again |
|
I'd take a bow, take it real slow |
|
Take a ride down that yellow brick road |
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I remember the days when we talked for hours |
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And we were young, we thought we had superpowers |
|
We weren't our problems, our age or our paychecks |
|
And we weren't taking anybody's shit |
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If I know now what |
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I knew then |
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I'd back up do it all again |
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I'd take a bow, take it real slow |
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Take a ride down that yellow brick road |
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Know now what |
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I knew then |
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I'd back up do it all again |
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I'd take a bow, take it real slow |
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Take a ride down that yellow brick road |
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Take a bow, take it real slow |
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Take a ride down that yellow brick road |
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Come on, come on rise up |
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Come on, come on rise up |
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Come on, come on rise |
