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歌词:The Sound Of Growing Up. Remember Me.

An 8 piece band lifts you up, and I hope they are tried and true, floating up there right next to you while
A 4 inch map leads me down, a path I've not explored, but it will be quite cold I'm sure but I don't know, it's what every songs about but I got nothing else to sing about.
So please please please remember me, she says inside of my head and all I can do is
Plead plead plead with your memory and put flowers in a box for everytime I hear you in my thoughts

I'd say I'm sorry, for the million things I've said
But the truth is it doesn't really matter
Everything else is second hand while you lay still in that bed
It's the first time that I will always remember
And for the first time I don't feel any laughter

So I'll tell your story, like its never been told before with an new head new voice and I cant compare my
Young self to an old soul while my mind sees in different ways

If you're here just tell me now
And maybe I could work shit out