Old friends
Drinking Jack and black
Talking old times
The needle and the race track
The girls are so much prettier now
They rip your heart up somehow
The music sounds all the same
No rock and roll loud guitars playing
I don’t mean to be mean
We’re not digging this scene
Going to start a revolution
Revolution of the in between
Where we’re going no one knows
We’re okay as long as love grows
Love grows like a wildflower
So bury me there at sunset hour
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