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Oh, man it seems like yesterday |
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When I bought you a drink |
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And I asked you your name |
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The little girl with the punk rock face |
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And the sadness in her eyes |
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But we both know that people change |
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Pack their things and move away |
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Now I don't care what the neighbors say |
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Hey DJ, find a record let the music play come on |
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So where do we go from here' |
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Cause it seems so hopeless |
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I just want to make a difference |
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But I can't seem to find my focus |
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Oh man, it seems like yesterday |
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When I first drove you home in my stock |
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ChevroletThe little girls is all grown up |
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And now gasoline is like four bucks |
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But the sadness it still remains' |
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Cause the time will fly but let the people change |
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And I still don't care what the neighbors say |
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DJ find a record let the music play come on |
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So where do we go from here |
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Cause it seems so hopeless |
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I just want to make a difference |
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But I can't seem to find my focus |
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So where do we go from here |
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Cause it seems so hopeless |
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I just want to make a difference |
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But I can't seem to find my focus |
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When the streets get dark in the beach front city |
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Get out, get out, get out |
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You see the sun go down on the quiet town |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
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You fall asleep to the traffic on the boulevard |
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Now the words spoke, the silence broken |
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Now the words spoke, the silence broken |
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NowThe American moonlight plays on the left step, [unverified] |
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My ventures play in the |
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ChevroletI don't care about your face or the money you make |
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I buy a rebel flag like the |
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Southern States |
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I work all day and every day |
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I got my house |
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Shows on and my bills are paid |
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I need a punk rock girl and a chronic eight |
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DJ spin my record let the music play come on |
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So where do we go from here' |
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Cause it seems so hopeless |
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I just want to make a difference |
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But I can't seem to find my focus |
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So where do we go from here' |
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Cause it seems so hopeless |
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I just want to make a difference |
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But I can't seem to find my focus |
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When the streets get dark in the beach front city |
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Get out, get out, get out |
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You see the sun go down on the quiet town |
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey |
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You fall asleep to the traffic on the boulevard |
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Now the words spoke, the silence broken |
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Now the words spoke, the silence broken |
