Get hot. Get too close to the flame. Wild open space. Talk like an open book. Sign me up. Got no time to take a picture, I'll remember someday, All the chances we took. We're so close to something better left unknown. I can feel it in my bones, Gimme sympathy, After all this is gone. Oh, seriously. You're going to make mistakes you're young. Come on baby, play me something, Like "Here Comes the Sun".


The consequences of impulsive decisions, I'm bearing it now. I was so close to reaching it, but no, still no. "Gimme Sympathy" reads my mind.
Who'd you rather be?

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