Young (cover)

Back when we were young
we had all this heart
that we could run away.

With the world under or feet
and the clouds above our head,
it's possible that were dead,
dead, dead, dead, dead.

ooh oooohh oooohh
ooh oooohh oooohh

Now I'm old and gray
but I'll always remember your face;
how the world was under your feet
and the clouds above your head.

It's possible that we're dead,
dead, dead, dead, dead.

ooh oooohh oooohh
ooh oooohh oooohh
ooh oooohh oooohh
ooh oooohh oooohh



Credits
Writer(s): Crystal Friedman
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