We were flying high
Wiping all the Chuck Taylors on the sky
So close to the sun
Pretty like the sign
Thinking that if we look for it
We still might survive
Matches our currency
Sipping wine and staring at me
Cigarettes were always free
We still age maturity
We stay up, against too much
Never asking for the time
We stay up, drank too much
Never asking for the time
We were living life
Ditching exactly one love at a time
Not worry about the fall
Only looking to climb
Thinking that if we grew up
It would be a crime
Matches our currency
Sipping wine and staring at me
Cigarettes were always free
We still age maturity
We stay up, against too much
Never asking for the time
We stay up, drank too much
Never asking for the time
Sense of this
We would never have sense of this
Sense of this
Does anyone have a sense of this?
Our Chuck Taylors in the sky...
We stay up, against too much
Never asking for the time
We stay up, drank too much
Never asking for the time...

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