Young man
You tire
Tire from all the days you spend alone
On fire
Underneath an August sky
Wondering what went wrong
Counting all the ways that I have grown

Loser said,
"We don't say that."
Loser said,
"We don't dream alone."

Young woman
You tire
Tire from all the nights you spend alone
On fire
Underneath September sky
I sing a Birthday Song
Counting all the ways that you will grow

Loser said,
"We don't say that."
Loser said,
"We don't dream alone."
Loser said,
"We don't say that.
Loser said,
"We don't dream alone"

And it's right before you fall
In love again

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Lyrics gathered by M. Gross
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