No one wants to live forever, without love, on the west coast slide.
On the west coast slide.
On the west coast slide.
On the west coast slide.
Skipping class like it's over, and the skirt begs why.
Little birds on your shoulder, but the ink ain't dry.
23 is a number, that brings me back, young enough to remember, a prom night flask.
Substite the curves of your body, for the stories and pain that divide me.
Substitute the your name on the blank sheet, for the moment where principals are fought.
Why you wanna run forever?
Shattered love, in your hands tonight.
No one wants to live forever, without love, on the west coast slide.
Why you wanna run forever?
Shattered love, in your hands tonight.
No one wants to live forever, without love, on the west coast slide.
On the west coast slide.

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