The Kids We Used To Be... Hard

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So is the song
I write for everyone who I never forgot
The kids we to be are all dead
Gone and forgotten
Black boys and bright eyed girls
Friday night love
And Saturday morning regrets
and went
But the love never left...
But the love left...

So let's bring back the best years...
Nights out
Not a ****
Being down on our luck
Some people say friends stay same
I'll prove you wrong

Sticks and our bones
outside our homes
Watching the sun come up
5:00 am never looked so beautiful
And feeling
Beaten and jaded
Never felt so good
I can't wait for tomorrow to come around
So let's bring back the best years
spent hanging out
Not giving a ****
down on our luck
people say that best friends same
I'll prove you wrong

I know I can still hear the singing
From the basement
And I know you can too
The still rises
I know I can hear the singing
From the basement
And I know you can too
The still rises
I I can still hear the singing
From the basement
And I know you can too
The smoke rises
So let's bring the best years
spent out
Not giving a ****
Being down on our luck
people say best stay same
I'll prove you wrong
So let's bring back the best years
spent hanging out
Not giving a ****
Being on our luck
Some say that best friends stay same
I'll you wrong...
I'll prove you wrong...

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