All the boys, voices cracking...
Oh, the moaning half-tones...
Come summertime, we're all the same age here.
All the tension and the terror,
Thin-limbed, gorgeous, green eyes, smiling...
And I'm going straight to hell.
All the possibility and promise just weighs on me so heavily.
And I try, but I'm not convincing.
Your lips, they pout and twist.
And I die trying just to keep...
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