We may still have time
We might still get by
Every time I think about it I want to cry
With the bombs and the devils
And the kids keep coming
Nowhere to breathe easy...no time to be young
But I tell myself that I'm doing alright
There's nothing left to do tonight but go crazy on you
My love is the evening breeze touching your skin
The gentle sweet singing of leaves in the wind
fortune
leaves
flowing
evening
young
afraid
crazy
alive
world
dream
breeze
early
crying
clear
doing
above
stream
about
calls
devils
bombs
heard
running
alright
gentle
gonna
insane
kisses
light
think
willow
might
still
coming
every
myself
breathe
night
nothing
nowhere
wonder
after
singing
sweet
tonight
touching
whisper
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