Songs of youth
Remembering chats
With old friends and
All the rats
which come from clubs
you're taking your trips
i see a tear running up your lips
Wasted, you get what we are
Wasted, you get what we are
Talking english with tourists from spain
Dancing half naked in summers rain
We were so young, wanted the fame
always believed to see us again
Wasted, you get what we are
Wasted, you get what we are
Instrumental
Wasted, you get what we are
Wasted, you get what we are
Wasted, you get what we are
Wasted, you get what we are
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