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Streetlights
The streetlights looks like shadows, and I miss you more than ever
A clock rings in a suburban boysroom, it's time to get up again
And the men with expensive suits, are not that clever
The streetlights looks like shadows, and I miss you more than ever
Oh, oh I miss the times, I miss them more than ever
We used to play outside, the summer where warmer before
And I see happy people on the street, but I wonder if they know what happiness is, I wonder if they know what happiness is
Why does it have to be this way, I'¨ve got so many things to say
Some day, some day, their gonna kill us anyway
Why does it have to be this way, I'¨ve got so many things to say
Some day, some day, their gonna kill us anyway
Anyway
Anyway
Kill us anyway.
Oh, oh I miss the times, I miss them more than ever
Why does it have to be this way, I'¨ve got so many things to say
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