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Somethin' filled up
My heart with nothing
Someone told me not to cry
Now that I'm older
My heart's colder
And I can see that it's a lie
Children wake up
Hold your mistake up
Before they turn the summer into dust
If the children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger
But our hearts get torn up
We're just a million
Little God's causin' rainstorms
Turning every good thing to rust
I guess we'll just have to adjust
With my lighning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going to be
When the reaper, reaches
And touches my hand
With my lighning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am going
With my lighning bolts a glowing
I can see where I am go, going
You'd better look out below
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