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Schoolgirls giggling in the next compartment |
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Lipstick ladies in their head |
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Magazine styles romantic visions |
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Starting their lives advertisement fed |
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And they're brought up to believe in dreams of a better life |
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Thinking about the easy years to come |
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Looking forward that's the only way that they've been taught |
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One day the world will be their own |
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And the wheel turns around |
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In the twinkling of an eye |
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And they find their hopes just castles in the sand |
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Older faces in the mirror now |
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Chasing ghosts of yesterday |
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Once they were foolish, once they didn't care |
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Now their eyes fill with memories |
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They were brought up to believe in dreams and a better life |
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They sure knew good times when they were young |
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But somehow, sometimes, it's not easy to recall |
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All the good things they have done |
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As their time slips away |
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Only memories live on |
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Ever changing with the passing of the years |
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How could life be so hard |
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Fading wishes left to rust |
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Till they find the stardust sprinkled in their eyes |
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Schoolgirls giggling in the next compartment |
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Lipstick ladies in their head |
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Magazine styles romantic visions |
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Starting their lives advertisement fed |
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They were brought up to believe in dreams of a better life |
|
Thinking about the easy years to come |
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Looking forward that's the only way to realize |
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One day the world will be their own |
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And they're brought up to believe in dreams of a better life |
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They sure knew good times when they were young |
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But sometimes, somehow, it's not easy to recall |
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All the good things that they have done |