Lyrics The Secret Society - Creeper
Because
we're
young,
Because
we're
young,
They
don't
think
of
us.
They
don't
think
of
us.
In
summer
swell,
suburban
hell,
the
callous
heart
rose
and
fell.
We
don't
love
or
hate.
We
don't
feel
anything.
We
wince
at
the
days
that
remain.
The
ghost
of
youth
speaks
so
softly,
To
toast
the
death
of
you
and
I.
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