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The riot of spring

   Into the riot of the spring

sirens are calling my soul

what the hell is wrong with me?

I feel like I'm a thousand years old

 

But I've just been a boy

who started a million fires

went down on his knees and then prayed

to catch another glimpse of your face

 

That day you were wearing a skirt

the day you made my knees shake

all that distant time

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