| Carry a smoke
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| In an officer’s gaze; |
| he let it slide
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| On the street we were raised where the church light
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| Let us know it was home time
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| Stolen street signs
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| Consumption in public, a small fine
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| Realized our only crime
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| Was thinkin' we had all the time
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| And, Lord, I feel like every street holds a memory
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| For every low, there was a high
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| Oh, I know no matter where I go
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| That we were born restless
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| And we were born runnin' wild
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| We were born restless
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| And we were born runnin' wild
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| Rollerbladin'
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| Found our names and our hands on the pavement
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| So quickly the years came and went
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| All of the time we’d spent
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| Still I can’t forsake hope
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| Can’t get out of my mind, every bad joke
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| They remind of the younger time
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| Before innocence fell behind
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| When we would stay out in the street makin' memories
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| For every low, we found a high
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| Oh, I know no matter where I go
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| That we were born restless
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| And we were born runnin' wild
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| We were born restless
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| And we were born runnin' wild
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| I taught you how to drive a car
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| How to smile with a broken heart
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| 'Cause every single street holds a memory
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| I feel alone and I can’t get high
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| Oh, I know no matter where I go
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| Twenty-one is young to be feelin' old
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| Waitin' to hear if you’re here anymore
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| And, oh, I know no matter where I go
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| That we were born restless
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| And we were born runnin' wild
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| We were born restless
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| We were born runnin' wild |