The boys are grinning from the photograph
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It's Friday night and they're trying so hard
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The sun is dropping and they want to go
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Driving into town to see some girls they know
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The boys, blazing on a summer night
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Girls they want to watch them ride
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Is that the way it was before?
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Cause I don't remember
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Boys, friends at every bar in town
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Running all the good days down
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Is that the way it was before?
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Cause I don't remember
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We felt like fighters when we caught the plane
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Until that day we'd never heard its name
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We did some things we didn't understand
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And now we feel like strangers in our own land
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The boys, blazing on a summer night
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Girls they want to watch them fight
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Is that the way it was before?
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Cause I can't remember
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Boys, friends at every bar in town
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Running all the good days down
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Is that the way it was before?
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Cause I can't remember
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This photograph, I hold it when I sleep
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Cause people soon stop asking
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When I cannot explain what I have seen
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And at the bars in town
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All the boys in town
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Are running all the good days down
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Running all the good days down
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Running all the good days down
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All the good days down
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The Boys
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| Keane |
