What's the season of love if you can't have everything
What's the reason of love if you can lose everything
What's the meaning of love, it's a crime if anything
What's the meaning of love, it's a crime, it's a crime
How can a culture can forget it's plan of yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
There's no need to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday
You could shit upon the stairs, you'll be friends
You'll be friends (x3)
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Should it subteley irritate, keep it movin' equally
All I know is just the fact, where the world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway
All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Still the son will imitate, keep it fallin' equally
All I know is just the facts, where the world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyway
Hey ... (x7)
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