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lyrics
Grew up with kids that made beats like it was magic
I know the magic when I hear the sound still
A time of bowl cuts and silver chair covers, played on ibanez guitars
We found a new kind of thrill
On the hunt for open stages and Mics
We touched down with the punks with the mohawks and spikes
We knew these geeks were never ready for these rowdy young kids
Cutting loose, when there was nothing alike
Like J. Fox said, your kids are gonna love it
We kept cool, building up for the blast
I got hooked, burning candles on both ends
The late night grinding, in a century past, come on
Time leaves nothing intact
Breaking down's just a natural fact
We hit the road, 5 deep in the sedan
Four of us young and dumb, one was older and wise
And mesh shorts and a bag of chips
Stashed in a women’s hat case was my only supplies
Some country mice running through the big cities
At fort thunder, in the forcefield realm
House shows in Ypsilanti, started running out of money
Started running out of luck and no one took to the helm
It fell apart easy as it came together
And nobody wanted more of the same
Hair of the dog that ripped into their flesh
But I knew the world just started calling my name, come on
Time leaves nothing intact
Breaking down's just a natural fact
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