trouble makers
ride on cloud 9 with us
we like it up here
because our pieces float back together
no matter how shattered
up here there is no fear
only freedom and thrill
some say we're crazy
it might just fit the bill
from the wild rides
the sleepless nights
and that haze that lured us in
they warned you we were trouble
it not always from within
we're not broken from being bad
we're bad from being broken
life made us into this
we've been through it all
came out on top and road our cloud
so come hop on
everyones allowed
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