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Do you remember |
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Those hazy amber days |
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We were but children |
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Having the time of our lives |
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We had no regard, no respect |
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A floor was a bed |
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And a bed held the mysteries of life |
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They had to end |
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But so soon? |
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And to sit in the dark |
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Of my lonely room |
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Made it all seem so cruelly real |
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Say no goodbyes, no regrets |
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For the things that we said |
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How we said |
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That we only wanted an answer |
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To our dreams |
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We wanted an answer to our dreams |
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Ignorance is bliss |
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When adulthood we can resist |
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To embrace the years with grace |
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What a waste |
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What a waste |
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The fun we had |
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The fun we'll have |
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Reckless immaturity |
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For stars we are |
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And stars we'll be |
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Just you and me |
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For stars we are |
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And stars we'll be |
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Just you and me |
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For stars we are |
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And stars we'll be |
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Just you and me |
