.First thing we'd climb a tree
And maybe then we'd talk
Or sit silently
And listen to our thoughts
Illusions of someday
Casting a golden light
No dress rehearsal
This is our life
And that's when the hornet stung me
And I had a feverish dream
With revenge a.
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