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I'm 21, but gosh I do feel old! |
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Too much concerned |
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With things which shouldn't worry me |
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Or hurry me, or make me rush |
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I'm really flash, but gosh I do feel bad! |
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Completely smashed |
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Careering down life's avenues |
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I'm out of place and out of touch |
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Rolling over on Wings of Thunder |
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We're riding out to the Sun |
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Haring over on Wings Of Thunder |
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We're bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun |
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We're gonna make it the Sun |
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Now I'm in love, and she has got me hooked |
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But things are good |
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With poor old me delirious |
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She takes it all so serious |
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Rolling over on Wings of Thunder |
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We're riding out to the Sun |
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Haring over on Wings Of Thunder |
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We're bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun |
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We're gonna make it the Sun |
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My head has spread, it won't stay in one place |
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Confused and laced |
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I'm liking going haywire |
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And I find I have a taste for the pace |
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Rolling over on Wings of Thunder |
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We're riding out to the Sun |
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Haring over on Wings Of Thunder |
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We're bound to make it the Sun, Sun, Sun, Sun |
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We're gonna make it the Sun |
