Because we’re young
Because we're young
They don’t think of us
They don't think of us
In summer swell, suburban hell, the callous heart rose and fell
Because we're young
They don’t think of us
They don't think of us
In summer swell, suburban hell, the callous heart rose and fell
We don’t love or hate
We don’t feel anything
We wince at the days that remain
The ghost of youth speaks so softly to toast the death of you and I
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