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Lyrics - when we were kids, on the skids, with no hope,
smokein dope, we were livin so hard and so fast that we
neva had to cope. Screamin "FUCK THA MAN!" Crowin like
tha Pan, fairy dust you could trust in this nevaland.
Neva wanted to believe that we'd eva have to leave
got a half full cup and im neva growin up! malt liquer
in my gut, Reefer smoke in my lungs, and you know i
would die if i wasnt havin fun!
But funs not always easy to find
Seams its growing scarcer all the time
and hopes not always easy to have
But im not dead yet and i know that with time we move on


Well it would seem that im lost in a dream
And im flying so high that i never wanna come down from the sky
Because in my dreams, i never lost any friends
and they all by my side, and the party never ends
We're all havin fun, they all smile at me
and they tell me what good friends that we'll always be
but then the mirror cracks, and the image slowly fades
and i wake up alone, just like any other day

Who are you after all your friends are gone
As the moonlight slowly slips into dawn
Well i guess i'll just get faded anyway
Cuz when life gets tough, all you can do is grit your teeth and move along

We were all were once lost children
have you forgotten how to fly?

1, 2, 3, KICK IT!









Everything Written and recorded by Leland Jensen at CantStopUsStudios

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from Wasting time E​.​P., released March 2, 2013

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