Weary youth
Franz blackbird
Human shame
Not know its own place
Holier than thou
How many souls have you called love?
Not know its own place
Holier than thou
How many souls have you called love?
I will be there by the sea
Throwing your ashes into the wind
As a platonic feeling
With a nod from the atlantic
All my teenage dreams
Will be destroyed by your weary youth
In the shape of a pill
Prescriptions and nicotine
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