When we were young we figured out
The promises you could live without
The books we read were incomplete
You left your heart in the city
Another year another class
A substitute for broken glass
You’re not content with make believe
You left your heart in the city
We’ve all been dreaming of the past
You told me things were moving fast
It’s all the same
I’ve figured it out now, I’ve figured it out now
I just cant seem to find the beginning
One blank page from when we were winning
I’ll pretend to start again
Badababada
When we were young we figured out
The homes you built were meant to shout out
The books you read were incomplete
You left your heart in the city
The broken dams and fingernails
The roundabouts and broken shouts
You’re not content with make believe
You left your heart in the city
I just cant seem to find the beginning
One blank page from when we were winning
I’ll pretend to start again
Badababada
We’ve all been dreaming of the past
You told me things were moving fast
It’s all the same
I’ve figured it out now, I’ve figured it out now
I just cant seem to find the beginning
One blank page from when we were winning
I’ll pretend to start again
Badababadwe
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