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Yeah. Rest in peace to all the kids that lost their lives in the Parkland shooting. This song is dedicated to you.

Gimme fuel, gimme fire, gimme that which I desire! Turn on the dynamo, into the wild I go, No other place I know, I know. Turn on I see red,

Que solo me voy quedando. Mi viejo tunal. Oyendo cantar al río. Para el carnaval. Me acompaña la esperanza. En la soledad. Cuando silba el huairamuyoj.

Don't be that way. Fall apart twice a day. I just wish you could feel what you say. Show, never tell. But I know you too well.

Just awaken shaken once again, so you know it's on. (Just awaken shaken once again, ho, you know it's on).

If you're looking for love, know that love don't live here anymore. He left with my heart. They both walked through that door without me.

Valentine told me who’s to go. Feelings he’s treasured most of all. The teachers and the football star. It’s in his tiny face.

If fear's what makes us decide. Our future journey. Well, I'm not along for the ride. 'Cause I'm still yearning. To try and touch the sun.

Summertime, time, time. Child, the living's easy. Fish are jumping out. And the cotton, Lord. Cotton's high, Lord, so high. Your daddy's rich.

I want to. I want to be someone else or I'll explode. Floating upon the surface for the birds. The birds. The birds. You want me?

Me hiere el ruido de los automóviles. Perdí mi oxígeno y mi voluntad. Mientras avanza el dolor un kilómetro más. Yo me quedo y tú te vas.

Do you mean all the things you are? Are you pleased with the way things are? Wear that dress to protect this scar, That only I have seen.

Come on, girls. Do you believe in love? 'Cause I got something to say about it. And it goes something like this. Don't go for second best, baby.

Estaba tan cansada. De solo dar pasos atrás. De tratar de olvidarte y de no pensarte. Lo que me sigue es escapar. Teníamos tantos sueños.

Obey, obey. Come, won't you stay? Sincere, sincere. All ends in tears. Endure, endure. Thoughts most impure. Concede, concede. But both shall we bleed.

Kids 'round here look just like sticks. trade old licks with a beat up six. I just smile and catch the groove. Gothic girls all dressed in black.

I find the map and draw a straight line. Over rivers, farms, and state lines. The distance from here to where you'd be. It's only finger-lengths that I see.

I'm searching for something that I can't reach. I don't like them innocent. I don't want no face fresh. Want them wearing leather.

Kill for gain or shoot to maim. But we don't need a reason. The Golden Goose is on the loose. And never out of season. Blackened pride still burns inside.