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  He and I make plans to run away together  We talk until we fall asleep every night  We take the clichés and we fix them up real pretty  like they’re ours.
Life seems so long when your young Youth has a way of smiling on everything All things hold your attention if even for a moment Minutes pass by like hours and you cant wait until a new opportunity
  We pull up in our truck beach boys pour out of speakers our surfboards in back race to the sound of the waves crash Surfers gather all around like the seagulls on the buoys
We are the wild reckless youth Dismissing any thought to atone Ignorant to the lessons of couth We hide amid a collapsing throne
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