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Friday night, |
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I pull into the station. |
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The same routine, the same old situation. |
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Pushing through the crowd and then i hear a song. |
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I wonder if the good old days are really gone. |
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We used to be crazier, now we're so serious. |
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Was life really easier, or what we just did here? [Chorus:] |
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Am i too young? |
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Am i too old? |
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Is there something wrong with the radio? |
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It does'nt rock, it does'nt roll. |
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Is there something wrong with the radio? |
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We'd stay out all night to see our favourite band. |
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Hanging out backstage was like the holy land. |
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We used to be crazier, now we're so serious. |
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Was life really easier, or what we just did here? [Chorus:] |
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Am i too young? |
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Am i too old? |
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Is there something wrong with the radio? |
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It does'nt rock, it does'nt roll. |
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Is there something wrong with the radio? |
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Am i too young? |
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Am i too old? |
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Is there something wrong with the radio? |
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I just wanna rock |
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I wanna roll |
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Is there something wrong with the radio? |
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We'd turn up the radio, and wake up the neighbours. |
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Was it so long ago? |
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It seems like it was only yesterday. [Chorus x2] |
