All young hearts come gather it’s true we’re really after you
Growing older while we’re waiting, still participating too
What would you say if we don’t play?
It’s hard to find the words sometimes
we won’t be here for evermore
What’ll you sing at the end day, when melodies been laid to rest?
You’ll find me passed out on the floor.
What’ll they try if we don’t buy?
What’ll they sell when they’re in hell?
The devil knows and that’s for sure
Now it’s hard to find the lone…this time

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