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And now as we are grown we’ll find out about life
In an airport in Rome a cold place in the night
Oh god what a mess as the gates are now closed
For me and for you as we are getting too old
I guess my baby, we’ve lost our milk teeth too soon
Let’s go find them like crystals in the sands of the moon
As a reminder of all our dizzy heights
Our flowering thoughts
Our dreams of fright
We keep them shiny fresh and clean
For all the times we come and see
Cast aside this bore of life
Pure innocence forever white