I can't blame it all on you, because I'd be wrong. All in all, you're such a beautiful guy. Don't take my chances, smile for the lenses. Live it up, you're growing up: parties in the wilderness of life. Light it up, just give it up where the kids are running free tonight.
The cars on the avenues can wait in line. I've lived out this innocent time. Gold roads leave Kansas; scarecrows love dances.
They're running free tonight.
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