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Let’s make a racket for the old and young
For the desperate souls and the lucky ones
If we get lonely, if we get lost
Let’s rattle on until the wheels come off

Fumbling, tumbling, singing our songs
Making them up as we’re going along
Passing the guitar, passing the wine
Traveling time

We gotta choose the weapon for the town we take
“Celebrated Summer” for the Quarry Lake
Magic’s only magic until you know the tricks
But if this ain’t real, I don’t know what is

Shaking it, faking, never learning our lines
Making ‘em up for the nickels and dimes
Passing the guitar, passing the wine

The skies will turn from pink to blue,
The years will turn to sand
The needles drop on Husker Du,
They were my favorite band
I’m traveling through space
And time to keep my love alive
It’s 1995
I am yours and you are mine

Every young band wants to build The Wall
But a real rock record’s like a wrecking ball
If anybody asks me why I came back here
I’ll say, “I’m picking up the pieces of a broken year”

Wondering, wandering, training my thoughts
Following, swallowing, connecting the dots
Passing the guitar, passing the wine… lots

The skies will turn from pink to blue,
The years will turn to sand
The needles drop on Husker Du,
They were my favorite band
I’m traveling through space
And time to keep my love alive
It’s 1995
I am yours and you are mine??

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