We were dreams, we were American graffiti scenes.
No war, no peace, no hopes, no dreams just us.
And the songs with the words we’d sing wrong
We’d drive until that jealous sun fell down
Just to wash ourselves in moonlight summer sounds
No war, no peace, no hopes, no dreams just us.
And the songs with the words we’d sing wrong
We’d drive until that jealous sun fell down
Just to wash ourselves in moonlight summer sounds
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The All-American Rejects |
