You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a person but you don’t talk when you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re an internet suicide
You’re too old to lose it, too young to choose it
And the clocks waits so patiently on your song
You walk past a person but you don’t talk when you’ve lived too long
Oh, no, no, no, you’re an internet suicide
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