What's the season of love if you can't have everything What's the reason of love if you can lose everything What's the meaning of love, it's a crime if anything What's the meaning of love, it's grand, it's grand
How can a culture can forget it's plan of yesterday And you swear it's not a trend Does it matter anyways Barely heat the top of friend like it moves everyday You could shit upon the stairs You'll be friends You'll be friends You'll be friends You'll be friends
All the kids have laid it out And it's back is probably Still it's subtle in the tape Keep a form on equally Now you know it's just the fact Where the world is nowadays And the day is what we learn Does it matter anyways
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