I'm not what I was last summer
Not who I was in the spring
Tell me, tell me, tell me when will we learn
We love it and we leave it and we watch it burn
Damn these wild young hearts
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When a feeling strikes you and you don't know what to do with it.
Ett sätt att leva
Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.
I AM CRACK
I plan on living forever. So far, so good...
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Find A Feeling
“Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.”
— E. Y. Harburg
"To my favorite band, and sing-along in my car. To the face, I see in my memories. To the ones I loved, but didn't show it enough. To the ones who cared, and who were there from the start. To the love that left, and took a piece of my heart. To the few who'd swear, they'd never go anywhere"
“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself. ”
— Leo Tolstoy
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