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Broken windows of a school bus |
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Heavy rocks in angry fists |
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And here I am with an inebriated glow |
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While the thrill of smashing glass persists |
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Midnight passed an hour ago |
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We're young; we're the only ones alive |
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Filling dark silence through the neighbourhood |
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Gripping severed bottles like they were pocket knives |
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I am so in love |
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Barefoot in suburbia |
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But when winter comes |
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This grass will shrivel up and die |
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We spend the weekend in his basement |
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Order in and shut the door |
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His mother's upstairs staring at the TV screen |
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Just like she did the night before |
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He makes his way toward my lips |
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I'm pressed against a paper sky |
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His father's upstairs ssinging to the radio |
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And we are filled with black smoke and white lies |
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I am so in love |
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Standing on your carpet stains |
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But when curfew comes |
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I'll only have myself to blame |
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Now there's blood where I was standing |
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That's what happens when you freeze time |
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You end up stranded in suburbia |
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Cutting up powder into pretty lines |
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I am so in love |
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Driving in a thunderstorm |
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Left the note inside |
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"Thank you...love.. goodbye" |
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I am so in love |
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I am so in love |
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I am so in love |
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Now let's get the hell out of this place |
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Before I die |