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Too old to be young and too young to be old...I fit in nowhere.
When every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of.
And I’ve lost the line between right or wrong.
I just want to find the place where I belong.
What I wouldn't sacrifice to be a few years older...eighteen is such a wretched age.
When every line speaks the language of love
It never held the meaning I was thinking of.
And I’ve lost the line between right or wrong.
I just want to find the place where I belong.
What I wouldn't sacrifice to be a few years older...eighteen is such a wretched age.