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Talking
about goodtimes,
nearly hand in hand
and step by step
 
discovering the feeling inside we thought they were gone
 
Walking
through the midnight
to the places
where that all got a sense
words over words but the time brought the doubt
 
What´s left for me except saying goodbye
what´s left for me except wishing goodluck
but you know that i would never mean it,, fuck
we both, we used the sidewalks, till we fergot our names
fergot our names
It´s time to draw the final stroke
love is true when you are smiling giving your freedom away
and make that count everyday so hard
Love is not about taking Idols
It was way too late for bagging to return
But the paper burned everytime by writing down these four letters.
I´ll force a time, when I dont care about noising hearts
we´ll keep it clean and not intoxicated
Deep inside we feel that
we are still kids
we have to make that count (make that count)
keep inside what is real, remember
we are still kids
The truth begins to shake our voices

© by Never Grown Up 2013