3 acessos
We were the kids from the cul-de-sacs
That got out somehow without looking back
It's over
It's over
We were the ones that grew up too fast
On the front porch steps when we still had friends
It's over
It's over
We were the kids who were laughing last
With big ideas and failed attempts
It's over
It's over
Repeat it now, repeat it with me
It's in the way
We can't explain
Why we were the ones who got away
It's in the way
These memories will fade
So we always keep them locked away
Lock them away
We were the kids who would scrape [?] and say
That we'll wait around for some better days
It's over
It's over
We were the kids that looked one-by-one
We said we would when we were young
It's over
Yeah, it's over
Repeat it now, repeat it with me
It's in the way
We can't explain
Why we were the ones who got away
It's in the way
These memories will fade
So we always keep them locked away
It's in the way
We slowly replace
The pieces we left in yesterday
Repeat it now, repeat it with me
Repeat it now, repeat it with me
It's in the way
We can't explain
Why we were the ones who got away
It's in the way
These memories will fade
So we always keep them locked away
It's in the way
We slowly replace
The pieces we left in yesterday
It's in the way
These memories will fade
So we always keep them locked away
We were the kids from the cul-de-sacs
That got out somehow without looking back
It's over