Old times.


Looking back now, well it makes me laugh.  We were growin our hair, we were cuttin' class.
Knew it all already, there was nothing to learn.  We were strikin' matches just to watch 'em burn.
Listen to our music just a little too loud.  We were hangin' in there with the outcast crowd.
Headin' to the rapids with some discount beer.  It was a long train tussle but we had no fear.
I don't know, where the time goes,  but It sure goes fast, just like that.
We were wanna be rebels who didn't have a clue.  With our Rock n' roll T-shirts, and
our typically bad attitudes.  Had no excuses for the things that we'd done.
We were brave, we were crazy, we were mostly, young.
Talked a good game when we were out with the guys
but, in the back seat we were awkward and shy.
Girls were a mystery that we couldn't explain
and, I guess there are some things that are never gonna change.





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