I know complainig doesn't helpcause what has been won't be
Riding backseats on night highways
Dark spaces white lights through the
Ex-excuse me
We are two
Ye-yeah, uh, me and my
It's your name I hear
It's not my head's whid
Like the
My love has got no money
He's got his strong beliefs
My
Boy of fifteen, he knows everythingHe dances with painHe sees
I pass through noise and silence, I walk aloneIt's a
And anywhere you goYou're gonna hear a songIt says remember
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