I keep thinking times will never change,
keep on thinking things will always be the same.
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back, no more hanging out
because we're on a different track.
Because we're moving on and we can't slow down.
These memories are playing like a film without sound.
And I keep thinking of that night in June,
I didn't know much of love but it came too soon.

So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money,
when we look back now will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school,
still be trying to break every singel rule?

Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end,
and suddenly it's like we're women.
Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round,
or will these memories fade when we leave this town?
I keep thinking that it's not goodbye, keep on thinking it's our time to fly.

And this is how it feels:
As we go on,
we remember all the times we had togheter.
And as our live changes, come whatever
we will still be friends forever

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