This is a time that we can live our dreams
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and a time so pure, at least it seems
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a simple life, a modest one
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where money plays a minor role
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and I pray and I'll try to keep this spirit inside me
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as I start to grow old
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this is an era of creativity
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good music and good friends
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and the dreams that we reach for
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seem to be at the tips of our hands
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and it's getting too late to appreciate
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and it soon will be the past
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but I'll still have these memories
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but why can't they fucking last
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maybe they can
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this is a time, this is a time we'll remember
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this is a time with lots of hope
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and very little fear
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and a time where every move we make seems so sincere
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but when the song is sung and the moment's gone
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only you'll know all we've shared
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and I hope that you can rekindle too
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this same feeling in the air
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This is a time we can remember
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A Time We'll Remember
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Youth Of Today |