"Why tear out single pages when you can throw away the book?"
The mornings get brighter and brighter
the jokes get darker and darker
and no one feels like lying to say
don't worry, you won't be here much longer
"you're so afraid
of everything
you're so afraid
of everything
oh, I've got a long way to go
how strange it is to be so young
with no place to call home"
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