"Cold Sleep" genre: Pop Punk
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	A song about Reminicing. Anyone who catches the very subtle pun is a smarter man then I.
	Credits: Drew Whitler
	Story Behind the Song One day we were talking about how cool kickball was and I was like, "Kickball is sweet I'll write a song about kickball!". So "The KickBall Song" was born, and consequently burned to ashes and never spoken of again. Then I wrote this song and was slightly more pleased (I haven't burned it yet). Lyrics Cold Sleep- Verse 1 Its Time to Remminice, again Blow a Kiss, remember when Pay homage to fretless days, They say, another buck another day Dull men who cannot rock or sway heads worn and our bubbles burst I Gotta go... Chorus: Grow Up Grow Old, So I've been told Fill Up Fill out Till you're dead cold How Can you cope, with things this way Just go back to Yesterday... Verse 2: Roulett Wheel Spins and turns Fortune to which we cant return Pony up All the bets are off Cartoons watch them everyday Now life doesn't seem that way Everythings a bit less animated I Gotta Show... Chorus: Grow Up Grow Old, So I've been told Fill Up Fill out Till you're dead cold How Can you cope, with things this way Just go back to Yesterday... Bridge: We've Got, Rides and Phones Time, To spend alone But we cant think anywhere but back All the money and fame could never replace those games Carfree Kids but Gum is not the same But Where I really be, it outta school in recess again where we could laugh and play as friends and the four square games would never end

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