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Here we are at last The moment soon will pass We'll go our seperate ways We'll vanish in the haze We'll never be the same We'll forget each other's names We'll grow old and lose our hair It's all downhill from there But tonight we'll reach for the stars We'll rent expensive cars And dream our dreams Of a perfect night And we'll sing our prom theme Here we are at last We're running out of gas The air is getting thick The girls are feeling sick We'll pass out on the beach Our keys just out of reach And soon we'll say goodbye Then we'll work until we die But tonight we feel like stars We'll play our air guitars Cause we're eighteen It's a perfect night To sing our prom theme From Letras Mania