| Friends,
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| I will keep you like trophies in my heart,
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| To remember how loneliness
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| Was a faded dream, on 219th street.
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| We were more than just young, we were full of it.
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| And no one could touch us, or take us in.
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| Watching the sunset from the roof,
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| We’d plan our next adventure.
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| I was nineteen and young,
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| Thought I had it all figured out.
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| The world was our oyster,
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| And we dove in to get the pearl out.
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| Now we are swimming in memories
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| How we wish we could go back
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| I’ve got a sneaking suspicion,
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| That hindsight only favors good vision,
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| But I’m not one to complain,
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| When it’s all I dream of.
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| We were more than just useless and stupid kids,
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| The music it moved us, we shook our fists
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| As we sang along, at the top of our lungs.
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| Now we are swimming in memories,
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| How we wish we could go back
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| We hold the hopes that someday we’ll see the world again.
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| Like that, like that
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| Like that, like that
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| Now we are swimming in memories,
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| How we wish we could go back
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| We hold the hopes that someday we’ll see the world again.
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| Like that, like that,
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| Oh, like that, like that.
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| Yeah! |