The summer of love has gone
There’s feeling something’s wrong
What ever the action is
It’s never a hit, it’s always a miss

Once door out- now a jail
The more you try, the more you fail
Promises turn to dust
Now out, once a must

You make the flame, they’ll burn it down
They will make you a king
And then take your crown
You are the life, don’t it give away
Hip today, tomorrow yesterday
So, let this be the very last time

DonWana see no,
DonWana see no
Them fake smiles

DonWana take no,
DonWana take no
More of than shameless guile

DonWana hear no,
DonWana hear no
False alibis

DonWana do no,
DonWana do no
The Staff they hype- Alright!

The conception was unreal
All that’s left’s fucked up deal
Makes your wonder why
Why even bother to try

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