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Song Lyrics
On a motor bike, doing 90 in a 55
To another life where they make you cut your hair
Impatient with a rifle and your papers
Weightless but not scared.
This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make-believe.
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah...
Lost boys
Never grow up, never get old
Lost boys
Find me.
That one time in east berlin
When you threw a tantrum with a .57, and broke a rib
You told me you wish you were dead
But I don't believe that
I still wonder how you're sleeping
And I don't feel bad, but I'm sorry.
This machine is killing me
I pretended it was make-believe.
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah...
Lost boys
Never grow up, never get old
Lost boys
Find me.
In a twin bed
Where all will be forgiven in an instant
Hands in each other's hair
We are born again
So who cares where we're going?
In the morning you were not there
One, two, three, woo, ah...
Lost boys
Never grow up, never go home
Lost boys
Never spend their lunch money, yeah...
Lost boys
Never give up, never get old
Lost boys
Come find me, yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Yeah...
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