| Young girl, so pretty
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| Young boy, not a hair on his face
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| They’re looking out at the big wide world
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| This was their time, this was their place
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| He said, one day I will make you mine
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| We’ll be together till the end of time
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| Brighton Beach in 1959
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| Young woman, flowers in her hair
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| Young man, plays a mean guitar
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| So cosmic, but this is the 60s
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| Everything is far out, way too far
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| Revolution is in the air
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| But everyone is stoned and they don’t care
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| 'Cos it’s New York in 1969
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| Everybody changes, as time goes by
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| But we can make it, if we try
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| Another city, bright lights
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| A winning streak, you’re hitting the heights
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| Another face you wanna get to know
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| Everybody says it’s the way to go
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| Maybe you came on just a little too strong
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| Maybe you played too hard and it all went wrong
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| But it was London town in 1979
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| Change partners, change of scene
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| Kids get stuck somewhere inbetween
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| No problem, we can work it out
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| But things get broken and people shout
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| She feels guilty thinking she should’ve stayed
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| And he gets scared 'cos the bills ain’t paid
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| It was somewhere in suburbia in 1989
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| Everybody changes, as time goes by
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| But we can make it, if we try
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| Take it easy, take it slow
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| There’s not much more you need to know
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| Looking back on the times you had
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| Hang on to the good, forget the bad
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| Take one last look down memory lane
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| It’s good to be starting over again
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| On Brighton Beach in 1999
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| Brighton Beach in 1999 |