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We were 18 and 19 |
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And paired off on |
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Saturday nights |
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Down in the basement a big killer stereo |
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Dimmer switch on the lights |
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Jane was a dancer, and |
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Paul was a drummer |
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Christine was a doctor to be |
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Life stretched before us |
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Like one endless summer |
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And that brings us back to me |
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I was the gypsy |
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We sang as we stood at the gate |
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We were ready to take the world on |
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Four young soldiers of fate |
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Couldn't wait to go right every wrong |
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Wearing our passion, our hopes |
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And our t-shirts and jeans |
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Dancin' with dreams |
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Ten years ago |
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May, we all drank to the future |
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And all went our separate ways |
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I packed up to go with my clothes and piano |
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And music and something to say |
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I hear Paul owns a drum shop |
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Jane teaches ballet and |
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Christine's an |
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OBGYNI'm writing songs that |
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I sing in a cafe |
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And sometimes |
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I write about them |
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I miss my friends |
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We sang as we stood at the gate |
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We were ready to take the world on |
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Four young soldiers of fate |
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Couldn't wait to go right every wrong |
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Wearing our passion, our hopes |
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And our t-shirts and jeans |
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And dancin' with dreams |
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Before reality threw up the roadblocks |
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And nothin' was out of our reach |
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Time flowed smooth as a waltz |
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So it seemed |
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We're dancin' with dreams |
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We sang as we stood at the gate |
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We were ready to take the world on |
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Four young soldiers of fate |
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Couldn't wait to go right every wrong |
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Wearing our passion, our hopes |
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And our t-shirts and jeans |
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Dancin' with dreams |
