He chased me through the rain,
'Honey, I'm going your way.'
I don't think so.
You can chase me through the rain,
Scream my name, a childish game,
But I love to be young
'Honey, I'm going your way.'
I don't think so.
You can chase me through the rain,
Scream my name, a childish game,
But I love to be young
i don't want to be fixed. i don't want to be told what's wrong with me. i want a hand to hold with no questions asked. i want to cry for hours. i want to stare into space with nothing but a placid feeling shooting back at me.
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