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Memories

Pissing in plastic cups before we went on stage,

Playing hacky sack back when Audioslave was still Rage.

Watching all the freaky Dutch kids vomit then have sex,

Listening to techno music on the bus where we earned our checks.

Memories make me want to go back there, back there.

All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.

Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?

I want to be there again.

Messing with the journalists and telling stupid lies,

They had a feeling that something was up because of the look in our eyes:

In fact we didn't know what we were doing half of the time,

We were so sure of ourselves, and sure of our way through life.

Memories make me want to go back there, back there.

All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.

Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?

I want to be there again.

Now I got so many people that I got to look out for.

Never know when I'll become awake I buy some food at the store.

I can hear them babies crying, and the lawn needs to be mowed.

I gotta get my groove on honey, 'cause I'm freaking bored!

Memories make me want to go back there, back there.

All the memories make me want to go back there, back there.

Oh the memories, how can we make it back there, back there?

I want to be there again.