Theres no maniacs on the floor, no skaters thrashin pools
Theres no cassettes in corvettes, no lipstick red on cigarettes
No one wants to be seventeen years of age,
theres no extra terrestrials from outer space
So take me back to 1984
I can not stand the future anymore
The sun was hot, the air was cool,
the kids were skipping out of school
And there was hope inside of
dreams, like hover boards and time machines
Kalax take me home to the paradise city,
the mannequin girls are weird but so pretty
The world was young the world was dumb the world was totally radical
I wanna go back
Where Its alright, were alright, were all summer kids

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