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One day I will wake up from the dream,
And the meaning of it all will be revealed to me.
Suddenly I’m 17,
Driving alone for the first time,
Smoking cigarettes, they can’t kill me yet,
Riding away from the sunrise,
Winding my way down the backroads.
The older I get the less I know,
And I knew nothing then.
Nostalgia’s never quite as it seems.
Rose-colored glasses on everything,
Sparkle like a diamond ring.
I am so sick of playing pretend,
Thinking everything was better back then.
It’s hard to remember the bad parts,
I thought that I knew it all.
I get caught up in the romance,
I get caught up.
Thinking you and I could’ve been,
I get caught up.
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One day I will wake up from the dream,
And the meaning of it all will be revealed to me.
