Cause loves such an old fashioned word
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Because we’re young
We all watch them burn
Stop putting a caveat on everything
There’s something about her stare that makes you nervous and you say things that you don’t mean
This is some ouija-board bullshit
If you don’t want to read Spare – please don’t – you could always recreate its vibe by sitting next to a privately educated, rugby-playing bloke at a bar for an hour. It will be the exact same.
Won’t someone give me a gun? Oh, well, it’s for my brother
You live your life in the city – there’s no easy way out
Wake up and getting up has never been easy
My life is a hashtag 