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     Take my hand. Let's see where we wake up tomorrow
Best laid plans Sometimes are just a one night stand
I'll be damned. Cupid's demanding back his arrow
So let's get drunk on our tears And, God, tell us the reason
Youth is wasted on the young. It's hunting season and the lambs

are on the run.

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      Searching for meaning But are we all lost stars

      Trying to light up the dark?
       Who are we?

 

Just a speck of dust within the galaxy.
Just a speck of dust within the galaxy