sábado, 24 de octubre de 2009

We are golden



Teenage dreams in a teenage circus
Running around like a clown on purpose
Who gives a damn abou the family you come from?
No givin' up when you're young and you want some

Running around again
Running for running



Waking up
In the midday sun
What's to live for?
You could see what I've done
Staring at emotion
In the light of day
I was running
From the things that you'd say



We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden
We are not what you think we are
We are golden, we are golden



I was a boy
At an open door
Why you staring
Do you still think that you know?
Looking for treasure
In the things that you threw
Like a magpie
I live for glitter, not you



Now I'm sitting alone
I'm finally looking around
Left here on my own
I'm gonna hurt myself
Maybe losing my mind
I'm still wondering why
Had to let the world let it bleed dry

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