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Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stagePlaying hackey sack back when Audioslave were stillRageWatching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then havesexListening to techno music on the bus while we underdressed(Chorus)Memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories make me want to go back there, backthereAll the memories, how can we make it back there, backthereI want to be there againMessing with the journalists and telling stupid liesThey had a feeling that something was upBecause of the look in our eyesIn fact we didn't know what we were doing half of thetimeWe were so sure of ourselves and sure of our way oflifeMemories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories make me want to go back there, backthereAll the memories, how can we make it back there, backthereI want to be there againNow I got so many people that I got to look out forNever know when I'll become away and buy some foodat the storeI can hear them babies crying and the lawn needs tobe mowedI gotta get my groove on cause I'm freakin bored!Memories make me want to go back there, back thereAll the memories make me want to go back there, backthereAll the memories, how can we make it back there, backthereI want to be there again
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