The day we started the band
And the first gig we ever had
In the days when we were punks

The day I cropped my hair
And I did my first tattoo
When I understood the meaning of pride


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We all got stories from the past

We all got memories to share
We all got tales from our hearts


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The day we're growing old

We might be at the pub
And we all look back in time
For all the good old days

We raise our glasses high
We all got stories from the past


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