Now that we've grown up together
They're afraid of what they see
That's the price that we all pay
Our valued destiny comes to nothing
I can't tell you where we're going
I guess there's just no way of knowing
Boys speak in rhythm and girls just lie-'Foreign language' by Anberlin
doo doo doo doo
doo doo doo doo
Tell me how you feel, come out of the dark
Then we can head back home and I'll know where to start
The Orwell theme in this post is because of the new subheading of the blog.
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