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somethin' filled up my heart with nothin'
someone told me not to cry
but now that i'm older, my heart's colder
i can see that it's a lie

children wake up, hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust
if children don't grow up,
our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up
we're just a million little gods causin' rain storms,
turnin' every good thing into rust

i guess we'll just have to adjust

with my lightnin' bolts a–glowin'
i can see where i am goin' to be
when the reaper he reaches and touches my hand
you better look out below