"while thinking bout the people we meet, dancing feet
wasters on the cover of a magazine
people you've kissed, people you lust and the ones that you might not ever remember whats the use.
i'm not what i was last summer, not who i was in the spring
tell me tell me tell me, when will we learn we love it and we leave it and we watch it burn
damn these wild young hearts damn these wild young hearts
we know we shouldnt do it but we do it anyway
we know we might regret it but it seemed ok
damn these wild young hearts. damn these wild young hearts. damn these wild young hearts
cuz he wont be the same next summer, and i guess i'll see you in the spring
somebody tell me tell me tell me, when will i learn, i love it and i leave it and i watch it burn
damn these wild young hearts"
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