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Sunset, behind a chain link fence
You put that tiny candle in my hand
You put that chrism on my forehead
With your fingers crossed
You held my wrists
And I'll never forget that pebble pushing up into my knee
You said the sky'd light up
You said the sky'd light up
And all the kids in the playground waiting for the light up
You said the sky's the sign
You said the sky's the sign
And I was watching the blue in your eyes turn fire
You said the sky'd light up
You said the sky'd light up
And I feel anymore and all I can see anymore
I didn't like it
I was excited by it
What will I say when I get home?
I'm in the window, I'm at the door

Oooh, oooh, oooh

And (I, my) one the black top (lie, aie) and on the jungle gym (why, cry, I've got no piece of mind) and (I got no peace) on the four-square courts you gave me a fear of (I'm gonne blow your mind and) my skin, a desiring (I'm gonna blow your mind) to feel the sun rising in between my knees

Why try, feel my, I got no peace of mind
And I got no peace of mind
And I got no peace of mind

And all I can feel anymore and all I can see anymore
I'm 16, driving south from Baltimore
What will I say when I get home?
I'm in the window
I'm at the door

All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore
There's something on the ceiling
My feet aren't on the floor
All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore
My feet aren't on the floor
There's something on the ceiling

I didn't like it
I was excited by it
What will I say when I get home?
I'm in the window, I'm out the door
Sunset, behind a chain link fence
You put that tiny candle in my hand
You put that chrism on my forehead
With your fingers crossed
You held my wrists
And I'll never forget that pebble pushing up into my knee
You said the sky'd light up
You said the sky'd light up
And all the kids in the playground waiting for the light up

All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore
Do you fear for your child?
This will stay with me until I die!
And all the kids (boys) in the four-square courts
All I feel anymore and all I can see anymore
I hated (wanted) them then them more!
A loneliness no fag could comprehend



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