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Red is the color of the flowers
that we placed on your grave today.
Im not gunna pretend like we were friends.
As the friction begins to slip.
I'll race you to the finish line
if you promise just to smile.
After all it's not that late
you don't have to go home right now.
Late night and two best friends chatting
about their seminars.
Being young and being stupid
hurling things at cars.
And so the dollar bill has taken it's place.
How it influences your ways.
And yeah it can be oh so hard
to accept the fact
That you were only 16
And yeah it can be oh so hard
when your swimming against the current.
She's telling me not to worry.
Im in a hurry.
