Day turns to night, night turns to whatever we want. We're young enough to say this has got to be the good life... This could really be a good life. I got this feeling that you can't fight, like this city is on fire tonight, this could really be a good life. A good, good life.
Sometimes there's airplanes I can' t jump out, sometimes there's bullshit that don't work now. We are god of stories but please tell me, what there is to complain about?
When you're happy like a fool, let it take you over. When everything is out, you got to take it in.
Hopelessly, I feel like there might be something that I'll miss. Hopelessly, I feel like the window closes, so quick. Hopelessly, I'm taking a mental picture of you, now. Because, hopelessly, the hope is we have so much to feel good about.
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