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Would you break the fall?
Could you breath as the ground sifts your fears?
Some of the times
There's an untreaded ambience here
Adolescence keeps you blinded for many a year
No, it isn't right, it isn't fair
But we were there
Are we here to fill out party favors?
In the back room
When parents aren't here
So only friends can hear
A hand in mine, everytime
I would poke my eye blind
My poker face to say that
I'm one of a kind
The last kind you'd find
It takes so long to break these old habits
Would you break the fall under me?
No, I see everything
I'd give you anything
To satisfy, my surprise
That nothing can last forever
And is there nothing left
Of the one that I met?
As a young boy, as a young toy
Was I too mad in heat to see
That the only who felt was only me?
Would you break the fall under me?
Would I just fall over all of me?
Some of the times
There's an untreaded ambience here
Adolescence keeps you blinded for many a year
No, it isn't right, it isn't fair
But we were there
Are we here to fill out party favors?
In the back room
When parents aren't here
So only friends can hear
A hand in mine, everytime
I would poke my eye blind
My poker face to say that
I'm one of a kind
The last kind you'd find
It takes so long to break these old habits
Would you break the fall under me?
No, I see everything
I'd give you anything
To satisfy, my surprise
That nothing can last forever
And is there nothing left
Of the one that I met?
As a young boy, as a young toy
Was I too mad in heat to see
That the only who felt was only me?
Would you break the fall under me?
Would I just fall over all of me?
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