So she talked to the tune of 300$
But she sang with a crack in her voice
So I told her the problem
I hooted and hollered,
but she know it was a lot of noise
Take a car ride
To the next cross station
To the next near broken heart
It’s funny how I need nearly no information
To end it, but too much to start.
“There’s a whole world out there,”
She whispered in my ear
“With angels and demons with names.
You got to learn how to call them
Both your dears
Cause you’ll find they’re really the same.
Surely one will help you and one will burn,
But both will raise your head.
And you better get used
Cause it’s nearly your turn
And it’ll keep on till your dead
So your gone and it’s dark
And you still feel her. So what?
That’s love in your soul
You’re lucky my friend,
That rarely occurs
In the young
And much less the old
So stop your complaining
And take your dive
It won’t sting you longer than life
Cause without that pain
You don’t know your alive
There’s no happiness without the strife
Go home racer
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