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Bright-Star Apollo rocking out on stage Pulling moth-boy Icarus into his light. Young eyes drip wax. Falling for his muse, there is no use.
Does Heaven have a stage? Does God have a microphone? Will I sing for Jesus when Heaven takes me back home? Does Heaven have a stage? A drum set and some guitars?
Forced to grow older, learn and become better. Over loaded with pain and anger, you have to keep pushing and try to avoid danger. When its time to finally call it a day, you sit on your bed with too much to possibly say. Frustrated and feeling
You think you’re so cool Breaking up with me by phone I’m sorry but obviously You don’t know the definition of gentleman You think you’re in the zone, Taking girls on dates in private jets