the reason Dear heart, dear heart I thought you were in love, Vinnie Tell me, tell me what's the reason There was a picture on the story That showed a
before the sunshine Greets the milkman who's still yawning And reads the paper for a short time Calls the kids "Get out of bed" They never hear a word
Well, I'm stuck out on this street And I'm lookin' for some kinda "hey boy" When somebody says to me boy "She's too young to no" (1)Well I didn't make
never even there too young to know, we're too reckless to care too young to know, now i just dont fucking care! hello dear father you did a hell of a
the wish Should we sleep with the stars, should we sleep with the fish? Melt you an igloo, unknit you a sweater Unsend em our love in a plagiarized letter
Take a dare don't tell the truth keep this between me and you whispers become loud when word of this gets out will the message cause a motion we won't
you When you can't be bought In my blood, in my soul In this mind of mine Can your touch turn me cold? Make my glitter shine? Who's gonna pray for
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allegiance See this ball of confusion might cause a conclusion, boy I see you're cruising for a bruising Fucking with a principal that don't like students
the dawning of a new We are heading for the sun, we are We are heading for the sun, we are We are heading for the sun, we are We are heading for the
most loved The youngest was the cherub A small boy from a poor house Who turned into a killer A blushed rose If he had to say, ?Hello? A lopsided grin
, those were the days Soft memory of voices in the other room Comforting you, as you fall asleep Staring at the mother-daughter clones go by We're in a
young don't you think (don't you think) To promise anything (anything) Too young don't you know Understand me and let me go Ooh-ooh-ooooooh, too young for promises Ooh-ooh-ooooooh, too young for
what you waitin' for Do you want me to say I'm sorry, well baby girl then I'm sorry (for the things I've done) Tell me what you waitin' for Won't you
know your legs are gonna give out soon When your joints begin to squeak If you practice for a week You can walk around and play yourself a tune Your voice
