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We’re all gunna die, but we ain’t dead yet. And we can’t change the past or go crazy wondering about what’s ahead. And if everything we wanna do has already been done, well we’re just who we are. We don’t gotta be the coolest kids on the block. And we ain’t gunna be knuckleheads our entire lives, but we can still be Bud Bronson once in a while. Sometimes we try too hard to keep it in control, but we got rock & roll. Me and you can wear denim wherever we go. And if I’m still clinging to teenage fantasies, man just let me be. I don’t ever wanna get too old to dream. And one day I’ll find some new words to put in all the songs I write, but I don’t ever wanna give up on all our good times. And when you get bummed and you feel like you’ve wasted time, just remember our sleeveless nights. Some crazy things happen man, some things that are bigger than us. But we can turn the amps up to 11 and blow a hole right through the garage. And then Luke rips a solo and we blast straight into the stars. We got so far to go and we’re so far gone, but look how far we’ve come. We can make it, just like that Bon Jovi song. All our favorite bands will change their sounds and break up and we’ll grow out of those old songs. But there’ll be new ones, the jams are never gunna stop. And we can grow out our hair till the day we die. Cut off our sleeves like it’s always summer time. And when you get bummed and you feel like you’ve wasted time, just remember our sleeveless nights.

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from Fantasy Machine, released November 13, 2015

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