When we were seventeen, our life was like a film
The sky was always tangerine
Oh wild was the world
And wild we burned
We were kings of the streets
Not yet beaten by defeat
But now it's hard to see
Through a fog of memories
But I remember
When we were winning
Soon I grow older
But God knows
I haven't lived yet
Before tonight's a memory
Let's go out
I am still young
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