Growing Up

Sun, 01/12/2014 - 20:00 -- jfan

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Remember that age of 7

It was so tender

Remember that age of 7

A bandage was a mender.

 

Those days are long gone

That youthful age

Those days are long gone

Are we even on the same page?

 

Are we writing a new book?

Cause I'm on the next chapter

Are we writing a new book?

My life could be happily ever after.

 

We choose our own fate

Tell me if I'm wrong

We choose our own fate

Life is our song.

 

We compose our own music

Beats, bass, drums

We compose our own music

Ba dee ba da dum

 

So this is the end

I'm ending with no fear

So this is the end

Heres a cup! Cheers!

 

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