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I split your lip and then felt bad but we were only kids who swam these rivers back and forth to occupy our minds
can you teach an old man how to love I need to taste your young blood
But now we keep our dreams in stores in a pile with other ones that grew old I was smoking when I was nine I took a picture before it burnt down
I split your lip and then felt bad but we were only kids who swam these rivers back and forth to occupy our minds
can you teach an old man how to love I need to taste your young blood
But now we keep our dreams in stores in a pile with other ones that grew old I was smoking when I was nine I took a picture before it burnt down