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Is it cruel to pursue ya If I make it half the night? I'm a joke, but I fool ya Into thinking love is blind Lost souls Lose to live My body Your teeth and lips I remember The taste of it When we were younger When we were younger back then Chevrolet, down our market Where the parking garage was home Used to wait half an hour By your mom's house on my phone Lost soul Lost souls Lose to live My body Your teeth and lips I remember The taste of it When we were younger When we were younger back then If you stayed where you are in the makeshift present I could greet you in arms with a strange affection I could take what we have and make it familiar too If you lay the foundation for a brief extension A framework to deal with the kind of pension Or retirement from all the upkeep that kept us down Lost soul Lost souls Lose to live My body Your teeth and lips I remember The taste of it When we were younger When we were younger back then When we were younger When we were younger back then