I'm ready to start my race...
and then the wind blows
right in my face; it's hard to breathe.
But even still, I press on.
And then the wind blows
on a cold winter night,
but even still, I press on,
even though the memories hurt.
On a cold winter night,
I'm reminded of all the fun I used to have.
Even though the memories hurt,
they still bring me a strange joy.
I'm reminded of all the fun I used to have.
Oh, what I'd give to be young again, the memories,
they still bring me a strange joy.
I guess youth wasn't so painful after all.
So now it's summer, and I drive with the windows down,
the wind is right in my face, it's hard to breathe.
And with the pain of memories behind me,
I'm ready to start my race...
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