We've heard this summer it dust on. 
Run fast with you in the dust in the. 
We're so and a pass on the street tonight,
Then we are the children defeat you.

If I clean the sore and back
I left only enough to accept to know. 
These smiles left suffer your eyes and turn,
Death with a dragging the timeline. 
Choose misery over dispute. 
I'm disputing, 
Walked on eggshells 
Just to choose misery over dispute,
Choose misery over dispute.