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Waltzing daydream serenade
Preaching god and country like lines on a telegraph
It seems like we all want to be
Is so very different but nothing changes
Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Young and defenceless, waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
We all end up like magazines
Crumpled up discarded, cataloged, forgotten
Read the pages that are free
Living something careless
Just 16 all over
Young and defenceless, a waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Young and defenceless, awaiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
'Cause we're all alone
We're all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against the tide
Beating hearts against the tide
Young and defenseless, waiting son at arms
Beating hearts against a tide of one
Beating hearts against a tide of one
'Cause we're all alone, we're all alone
Beating hearts against a tide of one
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