Carry you, bleed for you
Thirteen years old, lipstick and boys
I never knew how lucky I was to have you
The great teenage depression our domestic civil war
And I think back you were the one to pull me through
Yeah what it comes down to is you are the one who truly understands
Wherever you go I hope that you know that I'm at your command
And I will always be your soldier
I'll be marching by your side
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