Blue jeans on, walking slow
Listening to old sad songs
White socks pulled up high
Wondering, what is life
The taste of first cigarette
Bitter and sweet
Tears falling down our cheeks
The feelings are real
We have had our first real crush
We have had our first french kiss
And nothing ever tasted quite like this
The teen who used to have a dream
We dreamed of future
We were wild
Planning our lives like a movies
Without having a good script
Oh how I wish to get it back
To be the teen who used to have a dream
To get back to the teenage years
To keep on living in my dreams
To leave all the pain, quit the job
And be myself, be the teenager
It all has been so nice and fast
We could not even see the path
We walked all the way from youth
To the stop called adulthood
We had no real problems
But still we cried
Craving for freedom
While we were free
We have had our first real crush
We have had our first french kiss
And nothing ever tasted quite like this
The teen who used to have a dream
We dreamed of future
We were wild
Planning our lives like a movies
Without having a script
Oh how I wish to get it back
To be the teen who used to have a dream
Marek - the teen who used to have a dream Lyrics
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Blue jeans on, walking slow
Listening to old sad songs
White socks pulled up high
Wondering, what is life
The taste of first cigarette
Bitter and sweet
Tears falling down our cheeks
The feelings are real
We have had our first real crush
We have had our first french kiss
And nothing ever tasted quite like this
The teen who used to have a dream
We dreamed of future
We were wild
Planning our lives like a movies
Without having a good script
Oh how I wish to get it back
To be the teen who used to have a dream
To get back to the teenage years
To keep on living in my dreams
To leave all the pain, quit the job
And be myself, be the teenager
It all has been so nice and fast
We could not even see the path
We walked all the way from youth
To the stop called adulthood
We had no real problems
But still we cried
Craving for freedom
While we were free
We have had our first real crush
We have had our first french kiss
And nothing ever tasted quite like this
The teen who used to have a dream
We dreamed of future
We were wild
Planning our lives like a movies
Without having a script
Oh how I wish to get it back
To be the teen who used to have a dream
Listening to old sad songs
White socks pulled up high
Wondering, what is life
The taste of first cigarette
Bitter and sweet
Tears falling down our cheeks
The feelings are real
We have had our first real crush
We have had our first french kiss
And nothing ever tasted quite like this
The teen who used to have a dream
We dreamed of future
We were wild
Planning our lives like a movies
Without having a good script
Oh how I wish to get it back
To be the teen who used to have a dream
To get back to the teenage years
To keep on living in my dreams
To leave all the pain, quit the job
And be myself, be the teenager
It all has been so nice and fast
We could not even see the path
We walked all the way from youth
To the stop called adulthood
We had no real problems
But still we cried
Craving for freedom
While we were free
We have had our first real crush
We have had our first french kiss
And nothing ever tasted quite like this
The teen who used to have a dream
We dreamed of future
We were wild
Planning our lives like a movies
Without having a script
Oh how I wish to get it back
To be the teen who used to have a dream
Writer: Marek Osvald
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid