Blää
Here's the day you hoped would never come
Don't feed me violence just run with me
Through rows of speeding cars
The paper cuts, the cheating lovers
The coffees never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck
There, there baby, it's just textbook stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now darling, oh don't loose your head
'Cause none of us were angels and you know I love you
Yeah
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