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Milow Born In The Eighties

Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up the

Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up the

: Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up

Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up the

road with my shoes full of holes just waiting for something that we can control if I ever reach 50 or 65 too early to tell if I'll still be alive we were born