Juvenile

Back in days when he was juvenile
I'm not sure that he could ever call me good pal
I'd like to figure out the time when he wore flared jeans
Filled with big hopes and dreams
When young blood raged his veins
I try to realize why all his days are the same
I'd like to come up with tunes more mellow than he has
And this always exists between fathers and sons
And won't disappear even if you are to grow up
Hope, faith, choice
He had it all
Dreams, ghosts, plans
I take it all
Hope, faith, choice
Dreams, ghosts, plans
Back in days when he was juvenile
Juvenile
I'm not sure that he could ever call me good pal
Juvenile
I'm not sure that he could ever call me good pal
Back in days when he was juvenile
Juvenile
I'm not sure that he could ever call me good pal
Juvenile
Back in days when he was juvenile
Juvenile
I'm not sure that he could ever call me good pal
Juvenile
Juvenile
Juvenile



Credits
Writer(s): Stepan Konstantinovich Totolin
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