our pasts have been the same
our pasts have no refrain
our pasts and now our futures will most likely re-arrange
you have no one else to blame
next time u feel a need to breed
just hop upon that train
take a chance, make the dive
and i garantee you will survive
and all the joys that love can bring
u soon shall be remembering
but if you hide inside your shell
you wont ever know a joy to tell
and deep inside his spirit fell
from lack of courage, nothing is well
see that girl yonder there?
with the lovely brunnette hair so fair?
shes looking at you, yes its true
so now the time is up to you
go over, talk to her, she wont be mean
but wait until you aren't green
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