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Longing for the schoolyard |
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Reaching for the scenes |
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Reminded by the songs that will never disappear |
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Random like the infants |
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Outdated like the old |
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Lying there in aimlessness listening to the cure |
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Doing some rehearsal |
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Excercising in the cold |
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Lowering the standart |
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For the six-string never rolled |
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Whistling at the girls |
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And saving for the fuel |
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Making plans and knock, knock, knock on wood |
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Play some rock |
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Play some rock |
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Please don't stop |
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Coming home, coming home(x2) |
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Sentenced by our faults |
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That we were to make in time |
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Pleasently aware |
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Of our solitude in mind |
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Saved me from the boredom |
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Of what we disavowed |
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Encouraged by the sound |
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That was the sweetest one of all |
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Admiring your senses |
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Infected by your tongue |
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Defenceless |
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I believed |
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That we'd face anything to come |
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You innocently told me |
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You'd catch me when |
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I fallAnd solemnly we'd knock, knock, knock on wood |
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Play some rock |
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Play some rock |
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Please don't stop |
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Coming home, coming home(X2) |
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I'm not the only one, |
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I'm not the only one... |
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Play some rock |
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Play some rock |
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Please don't stop |
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Coming home, coming home(X2) |