And confusion, running wild, I hold treasures for you to
Lift the scab off the sore
Rub another lump of salt
In my youth
Had someone told me
What would come
And how things
And confusion running wild
I hold treasures for you to find
Release
Won't talk about her
And who needs friends?
Don't want them to
Sun, here's the sun
Let's go to the lake
We'll take you
I read it in a book in school
I read it
I would search this world for you
Even though you can't
You've got 27 years on me
The things you're doing make
I've got to hold that girl, even though she doesn't
You've got twenty seven years on me
The things you're doing
You shake my shoulders, you shake the earth
You shake my
Where has that smile
on your face gone?
You laughed
You laughed
You laughed
'Til
Watching her fall is fun, she's the girl in the
Pain is one thing tying you to that girl
She has
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