children wake up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
our bodies get bigger
but our hearts get torn up.
we're just a million little god's
causin rain storms
turnin' every good thing to rust.
i guess we'll just have to adjust.
with my lighnin' bolts a glowin'
i can see where i am goin'
to be.
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