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What's become of you in that bed?
Painted the walls with all those pretty things you said
I was the girl, you were the one, we were certain it would go on-
When we were happy hopping turnstiles
We said goodbye to the dive bars
The gilded foyer unfolded
We were Rockefellers
The best of the pretenders all our bets on being young forever.
Turn your face towards the sun
Because the skies a hundred shades of honey
I don't recognize that face
Is it her, when did she leave that place?
When we were happy hopping turnstiles
We said goodbye to the dive bars
The gilded foyer unfolded
We were Rockefellers
We were the best of the pretenders all our bets on being young forever.
We laid our bets, we made our beds
On being young forever.
