what if we grow older,
and we're the only ones.
all the books and papers,
burn.
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what if we grow up,
and there's nothing left.
maybe it's a new start.
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keep away, off my lawn now,
I'm waving.
Scream "Please be gone, now".
I don't really wanna see them,
but sometimes wish i'd be them,
so i can fly away.
I take sips and drink the water,
i still taste it,
why do i bother?
everything is still and silent,
when living on an island.
i'll swim, now,
i'll see you there.