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*tries to get eight hours sleep in 3 hours*

RUNNING WITH THE BOYS

we were kind of feral, wicked little machines
captains and cavalries, forming empires in the shade of the trees
without hesitation, kings of the forest town
holding the ocean down, we were half this heavy and twice this loud

so turn up the noise, dressed to the nines
running with the boys, your hand in mine
singing every song, loving every line
til the night is done
just like the old times!

it is what you made it, we had our friends around
all the images and sounds, superimposing to all the backgrounds
we used to be clumsy, lost in a thousand ways
captivated by a craze, those were, hands down, my favorite days

so turn up the noise, dressed to the nines
running with the boys, your hand in mine
singing every song, loving every line
til the night is done
just like the old times!

suspicion wasn’t in our heads, it was only underneath the beds
saline eyes we didn’t have to hide that were always open way too wide

so turn up the noise, dressed to the nines
running with the boys, your hand in mine
singing every song, loving every line
til the night is done
just like the old times!