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Texty: The Strokes. The Modern Age.

Up on a hill, here's where we begin
This little story, long time ago
Stop to pretend, stop pretending
It seems this game is simply never ending

Ah in the sun, sun having fun it's in my blood
I just can't help it, don't want you here right now
Let me go
Let me go go go go go go go go

Leaving just in time, stayed there for a while
Rolling in the ocean, trying to catch her eye
Work hard and say it's easy, do it just to please me
Tomorrow will be different, so I'll pretend I'm leaving

I feel so different now, we tried to deviate
We should learn to stay
My vision's clearer now but I'm not afraid
Flying overseas, no time to feel the breeze
I took too many varieties

Ah in the sun, sun having fun it's in my blood
I just can't help it, don't want you here right now
Let me go
Let me go go go go go go go go

Leaving just in time, stayed there for a while
Rolling in the ocean, trying to catch her eye
Work hard and say it's easy, do it just to please me
Tomorrow will be different, so I'll pretend I'm leaving