the things you send me i will send them away
the soul of a man or woman can't be contained
but man can i be solely
ashamed
of the things i accepted that i cannot change
well there are cigarette butts and beer cans all over the floor
and no one wants to party here
anymore
well i guess i'll see you on the other side of things
in my dreams where you are my bride and i am king
well there is me and you
yeah there's you and i
our quiet dignity will
keep us alive
and the camera refocuses on those who will take our place
the young the nervous the anxious
the b a b y f a c e

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