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Ten years we've been friends.



You were a child, crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, but your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing; you pick the insects off plants, no time to think of consequences. Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted. Control yourself, take only what you need from it; a family of trees wantin' to be haunted. The water is warm, but it's sending me shivers; a baby is born, crying out for attention. Memories fade like looking through a fogged mirror. Decisions to decisions are made and not fought, but I thought this wouldn't hurt a lot; I guess not. Control yourself, take only what you need from it.
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Los quiero un montón, ¿sabían? ♥
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Oh, darling, who needs love?



There's a place I'd like to go, somewhere out west; it's not specific, and the pictures show it best. I know there's trees, I know there's sand and I know there's grass; I know it's somewhere in the past. There's a boy out there who's lookin for it too, he's not sure when he'll go or exactly what he'll do. If I am doomed, am I the first on or the last? Am I just someone from the past? No one has to hear the sound of people laughing at their fear; and the ocean and sun are always there, to make you happy if you're feeling scared of the darkness. If I ever saw a ghost, it'd change the way I think; I wouldn't gasp for air if ever I did sink. I wouldn't struggle, I'd just let it all out fast, and then start living in the past. If we hold the hand that rapes the hand, and everyone can feel the hand, and nothing's gonna change, it could be the time we're living in, we'll never feel so safe again, but love always remains.

Forever young, I want to be forever young.



This is a call of arms to live and love and sleep together, we could flood the streets with love or light or heat, whatever. Lock the parents out, cut a rug, twist and shout; wave your hands, make it rain, for stars will rise again. The youth is starting to change, are you starting to change? Are you? Together, together, together, together. In a couple of years, tides have turned from booze to tears; and in spite of the weather, we could learn to make it together. The youth is starting to change, are you starting to change? Are you? Together, together, together, together. The youth.