.Hey (oh), hey (oh), hey (oh), hey (oh)
This is not the end.
There's no apocalypse.
And all those kids, were full of it.
I got your hand in my hand.
No drinks inside.
It's how we start a fire, with a natural high.
With hands in our pockets, this doesn't have.
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