You want to live the old days repeat the past
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Want to follow in the footsteps of classic men
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They look so romantic in old pictures
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You think you're the first? find out.
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You don't want to be fire that's burning bright for everyone to see
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But I want to be the spark that gets in you eye
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A burning fire, but it's alive
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Want to read the old words inside the books
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Want to follow in the footsteps of greater thought
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There's so much more feeling in those old songs
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You think you're the first? find out.
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You don't want to be the star set in the sky for everyone to see
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But I want to be the light that gets in your mind
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Gets you through the night
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Gets you through the night
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Those days we used to dream
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Growing up and getting out
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The band set up downstairs is sitting on the porch
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Up and down the street you hear the music play
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Cause it's never as it seems on the drive in movie screens
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Down here our lives are incomplete
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And the jukebox plays your dreams
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But they're always on repeat
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The drunk behind the bar keeps saying it over and over
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It's always the same
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As soon as you feel it, the beat starts to fade
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You think they're calling out your name but it's just some songs refrain
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that your mother used to sing back in the day
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Fake Nostalgia
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