No leaves on trees, no light outside
The murdering wind laughs at me
When I smoke I have to hide
Turn around to face the blinding sun
There’s nothing left to say
We’ll burn anyway
There’s nothing left to say
We’ll burn anyway
I want to sing and dance and scream
Don’t feel like crying or dying anymore
I am no longer afraid to score
We’ll burn anyway
There’s nothing left to say
We’ll burn anyway
Green eyes, geen hairdye
All are memories from the past
I’ve never been this low, this high
Never been so slow, so fast
The pass has passed me bye
Copper fashion, golden glow
17 year olds getting dumber
Darts at hearts Cupid throws
We’ll burn anyway
There’s nothing left to say
We’ll burn anyway
There’s nothing left to say
We’ll burn anyway

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