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Sing for love in our own way
'till we taste the bittersweet love
guess people hate complicated things
And people don't want you
to find your self

I wear a bag with nothing on
before I go out sometimes
Take a drag on my cigarette
for my old friends
I hope it makes my mama
and my friends laugh
oh I don’t know When did it go wrong

Sing for love
We talked all night
You said ‘we’re made of a
few words created by god’
And we try to understand
only when we need
But we need to put
the fucking guns down first

Anger, Warm lights
Quiet forest
We’re laying
laying on the thorns

Anger, Warm lights
Quiet forest
We’re laying
laying on the thorns

I wear a bag with nothing on
before I go out sometimes
Take a drag on my cigarette
for my old friends
I hope it makes my mama
and my friends laugh
oh I don’t know when did it go wrong

I hope it makes my mama
and my friends laugh
I hope it makes my mama
and my friends laugh
I hope it makes my mama
and my friends laugh

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