Late Cambrian golden time

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He never asks what you think
Never lets you pay for a drink
He's a shifty fool, dyed in the wool
He cannot complete you
Young cats out on the prowl
Old dogs tuned to your howl
I wish you knew how I miss you
I'm just who you retweet to
Last night I saw you at the club
Low lights, bass hit me with a thud
I tried getting you on the floor
You disappeared through the back door
How can I get through to you
The more you breathe the more it's true
Every last post that you post alone
A tall tale told on a smart phone
Do you really know who you want to be?
Let me be the chord when you take that leap
It's a wishing well where my heart it fell
And you can make your own life, make your own life
Sixteen hours in another man's dream
Walking in the daze of a silent scream
The days were gold but the nights get cold
Can you give a little love to me
You watched a falling star
On your back in your Daddy's car
Do you really know who you want to be?
Let me be the chord when you take that leap
It's a wishing well where my heart it fell
And you can make your own life, make your own life
Sixteen hours in another man's dream
Walking in the daze of a silent scream
The days were gold but the nights get cold
Can you give a little love to me

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