This selfish blood runs through my veins...

"I go to seek a Great Perhaps."

On n'avait rien, mais on avait tout la vie.
I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world
I'll miss my father, miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there's really nothing, nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten, life can always start up anew.


We're fated to pretend
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