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The kids sing out in defiance against a world that has forgotten them |
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And the media ask, "why are the kids so angry?" |
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Afterwards they'll go back home, |
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to their uncaring fathers and misunderstanding mothers |
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And they'll dream of a time when they're back again, |
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with all their friends, at another show |
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Where they will sing, "These are the days... |
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These are the days we will never forget!" |
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16, and all alone, searching for a place to call her home |
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Thinking about a bottle or maybe even worse! |
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But she passed on self-destruction when she found a better place, |
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At the show, with the kids, the excitement of change |
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And singing along with every kid in the crowd, |
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she breathed in deep and she sang out loud... |
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"These are the days... These are the days... |
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These are the days we will never forget!" |
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He was never called, "cool," No, he never fit in, |
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'Cause he thought for himself and he went against the trends |
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But the abuse at school was finally setting in - yeah... |
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Till the day he found a place to go |
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With the OTHER PUNK ROCKERS AT THE PUNK ROCK SHOW! |
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Shoulder to shoulder with his new allies, |
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He forget about school as tears came to his eyes... |
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And he sang "These are the days... These are the days... |
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These are the days we will never forget!" |
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Sitting under the corner light, my six string in my hand |
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Playing my songs all by myself, thinking, |
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"no one out there could understand!" |
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But it wasn't too long before i realized i was wrong |
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And i found myself, singing from a stage, |
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a chorus of voices singing along... |
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And we sing... |
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"These are the days... These are the days... |
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These are the days we will never forget!". |
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Yeah we sing... |
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"These are the days... These are the days... |
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These are the days we will never forget... we will never forget!" |
