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Youth Robbery

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Ocean foam trickles over the tops of my feet
Swishing, chilling, luring me into serenity
Current pulls me into an elated state
Gravity lets go and I begin to fly away

So here the legend goes
Wings once made of stone
Beautifully they will grow
Until we forget our identities

Salty air is potent
Mist caresses my pale cheeks
Hypnotized by the waves
That shower me with glee

So here the legend goes
Wings once made of stone
Shattered in the dust they'll be gone
Once we forget our identities

And so the myth has proven true
As the sky takes on a strange pink hue
Without these wings we bequeath our youth
'Cause we'll have forgotten our identities

 

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