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Oh, the years burn.
Oh, the years burn.

I used to be a little boy
so old in my shoes.
And what I choose is my choice
what's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you.
My love.
I send this smile over to you.

Disarm you with a smile
and leave you like they left me here
to wither in denial.
The bitterness of one who's left alone.

Oh, the years burn.
Oh, the years burn, burn, burn.

I used to be a little boy
so old in my shoes.
And what I choose is my voice
what's a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you.
My love.
I send this smile over to you.