I remember the days of my youth, hanging around with the kids from my 'hood, skating the streets until dark, coming home late with our elbows scraped. I don't care if I fall, I'll get up again, the scabs of my youth I alway picked at. When adulthood arrives and my scars are set in, I remember my youth. I remember back in '03 my first punk rock show was on Bartee Street. and the 320 Pokr hotline kept me and my friends at the shows all the time. Drinking our beers in our teenage years, the times of our lives never seemed so clear, As I grow old and my body aches, I remember my youth and now it's gone.
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