All the girls and boys
Come out and play tonight
We'll stay past seventeen
As we grow in our twenty-something's
Swinging on the swing set
all singing
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la
This ain't a lullaby
If we can't stay out tonight
Running just too fast
We'll all be heard
Paint the windows with apathy
Playing games with words
You hide and I'll be it this time
all singing
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la
I won't grow up if you won't
Not if we grow up like them
All silent now
We forgot who we were
Sleeping in our beds
With no stories to keep us warm
No past to look back on
none singing
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