For every time you said "no" and then you heard:
"Come on come on". 'Cause it's hard to be missed
for every mile in the distance. You said: "you're not
growing up". And after all I'm giving up. Late night
follows late night; I'm tired of wasting my time… It's
an intermission of our hopes. Yeah, I can never keep
my words. And through the brightness I see the
dark days. Let's start again a new day, a new sound
in a new town. The weight of those words, can
change us, change us. Let's stop the talk, 'cause it
fuckin' burns.
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