Fell out of heaven a.d But it meant nothin' to me You never talked about the birds and the bees No I wanna grow up to be young I don't wanna be contained I just wanna feel a little loved Good intentions Always paved the road to hell
Some things are not just black & white Sombody's gotta shine In colours and it could be me Out of hte jungle Into remedy
I came out hungry to be me Every nothing is for free Life is expensive with no salary Yeah Can't hold a straydog on a leash So let your wild blood run free I just learned from a lottery That good intentions Always paved the road to hell
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