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Young Man

Are you married?
No, I'm not, sweet girl
Let's move into this neighbourhood!
And I would be the happiest girl on earth!

Oh there's a killer on the road
Where have all the flowers gone?
Now I see, he had absolutely nowhere else to go
No one remembers your name

He is too young to hold on and oo old to just break free and run
Drink up, young man
Your hands around my throat
Oh, young man, I know you love me

Do you call yourself a gangster?
Ok, sleeping in your arms tonight
Our paradise punch

He is too young to hold on and oo old to just break free and run
Drink up, young man
Your hands around my throat
Oh, young man, I know you love me

He knew that I would not be his Flora forever
I'm his sin, his soul
we sold out our paradise home
Nothing left to choose

He knew that I would not be his Flora forever
I'm his sin, his soul
we sold out our paradise home
Nothing left to choose

He is too young to hold on and oo old to just break free and run
Drink up, young man
Your hands around my throat
Oh, young man, I know you love me
Written by Ophelia
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