"99" - Acoustic
Heart strung, young and dumb
Yeah, we had no fear
Way back, when we said we'd both be millionaires
Now those days are over, and we're all ghosts
(We're all ghosts, we're all ghosts)
We used to sleep all day, talk all night
Stay up by the TV light, oh-oh (oh-oh)
But when your baby teeth ain't milky white
Wipe the stardust from your eyes, oh-oh (oh-oh)
Said, "Come on love, we'll be just fine
We're gonna live just like it's 1999"
In 1990
In 1999
In 1990
In 1999
Back then, we were trading cards behind the swings
Oh no, now it's money, gold and diamond rings
Now those days are over, and we're all ghosts
(We're all ghosts, we're all ghosts)
We used to sleep all day, talk all night
Stay up by the TV light, oh-oh (oh-oh)
But when your baby teeth ain't milky white
Wipe the stardust from your eyes, oh-oh (oh-oh)
Said, "Come on love, we'll be just fine
We're gonna live just like it's 1999"
In 1990
In 1999
In 1990
In 1999
Oh, oh no, where does it go?
Well, whatever, fill your body up with chemicals
Oh, oh no, kaleidoscopes
Well, whatever, feeling better in, oh, oh
In 1990
In 1999
In 1990
In 1999
(Nintendo, Atari, Sega's my Ferrari)
In 1990
(I got it, I want it, I, I)
In 1999
(Got Sony electronics, voodoo economics)
In 1990
(I got it, I want it, I, I)
In 1999
Yeah, we had no fear
Way back, when we said we'd both be millionaires
Now those days are over, and we're all ghosts
(We're all ghosts, we're all ghosts)
We used to sleep all day, talk all night
Stay up by the TV light, oh-oh (oh-oh)
But when your baby teeth ain't milky white
Wipe the stardust from your eyes, oh-oh (oh-oh)
Said, "Come on love, we'll be just fine
We're gonna live just like it's 1999"
In 1990
In 1999
In 1990
In 1999
Back then, we were trading cards behind the swings
Oh no, now it's money, gold and diamond rings
Now those days are over, and we're all ghosts
(We're all ghosts, we're all ghosts)
We used to sleep all day, talk all night
Stay up by the TV light, oh-oh (oh-oh)
But when your baby teeth ain't milky white
Wipe the stardust from your eyes, oh-oh (oh-oh)
Said, "Come on love, we'll be just fine
We're gonna live just like it's 1999"
In 1990
In 1999
In 1990
In 1999
Oh, oh no, where does it go?
Well, whatever, fill your body up with chemicals
Oh, oh no, kaleidoscopes
Well, whatever, feeling better in, oh, oh
In 1990
In 1999
In 1990
In 1999
(Nintendo, Atari, Sega's my Ferrari)
In 1990
(I got it, I want it, I, I)
In 1999
(Got Sony electronics, voodoo economics)
In 1990
(I got it, I want it, I, I)
In 1999
Credits
Writer(s): Barnaby Courtney, Sam Bartle
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