We are all friends here in this place, we're full of it
I want to hear how your heart is
As talk descends to deeper things
We fall down
We're crawling home on our knees
Wishful thinking gets us through these days
Wishful thinking gets me there
There's no price for youth - we are losing
But we can kick up some dust and salute it
As the nights go on our memory has been picked apart
We'll never know what happened there
Days are lost to feeling less than human
We're crawling to our feet for another week
Wishful thinking gets us through these days
Wishful thinking gets me there
There's no price for youth - we are losing
But we can kick up some dust and salute it
I think that all we have is whatever we can remember
I think that all we have is whatever we can remember
We were young and free once
But now we're on our own (on our own)
Please forgive me, I've fucked this again
But i swear you will be shown.
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