Well, they tell me of a pie up in the sky. Waiting for me when I die.But between the day you're born and when you die....
You know, they never seem to hear even your cry.
You'd know, how the time flies.
Only yesterday, was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised in a summery haze.
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.
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