jump starting your car 'cause this city's a bore. [...] making new clichés on our own little tour. let's ride.

(for him, troye sivan)

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they'll tell you it's all about money. they'll tell you it's all about fame. you'll spend all your life chasing diamonds and furs. and you're left with a ball and a chain.

now, time is an infinite journey. and life is a trial by fire. you give up your wings for material things, baby, how can we get any higher?

(children of the stars, orion experience)

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and the ones in the back cry "wait for me". and the ones in the front cry "you're too slow, you're too slow".

and the ones who are weak cry "carry me". and the ones who are strong cry "let me go, let me go"

(dressed to suppress, metric)