May 29, 2012
By , sweet home, OR
Because no matter what you sau.
I'll always be singing in the rain.
And wearin' ripped jeans.
Tonight. We are young.
You're a thief among other things.
But at the end of the day. I can call you many names.
So let's set the world on fire.
We canb burn brighter than the sun.
You'll never break my spirirt. And I'll always be me.
Never. Undone.
And you can't break me.
,My mother used to tell me, Sticks and stones.
We are young.

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