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head high into the wild, contemplate loss and the consequence of getting old

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standing at the punch table, swallowing punch, can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone, a little more stupid, a little more scared

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I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself, to hold on to these moments as they pass

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we can lose our minds at the top of the hill, We burn cash and carry a decadent flame, way into the night and beyond the grave

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and I’d’ve danced like the king of the eyesores, and the rest of our lives would’ve fared well

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can’t leave your dreams to chance, or to a spirit in the sky, may your heart always be ardent, your conscience always clear

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hey, love, we’ll get away with it, we’ll run like we’re awesome, totally genius

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this one’s like the wilderness without the world, I’m gonna miss those long nights with the windows open, I keep re-reading the same lines always up at 5am every morning

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underneath my feet it’s miles, nothing, there’s nowhere to go

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I wish that I believed in fate, I wish I didn’t sleep so late