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so it's not loaded stadiums or ballparks and we're not kids on swingsets on the blacktop and i thought at fifteen that i'd have it down by sixteen and twenty-four keeps breathing in my face like a mad whore and twenty-four keeps pounding at my door like a friend you don't want to see oldness comes with a smile to every love given child oldness comes to rile the youth who dream suicide Aus Songtexte Mania