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Text: And Then I Turned Seven. Broken Summer. Change.


Everyone is watching, everyone is waiting.
Everywhere we look now, all there is is hating.
We just have no tolerance, we don't compromise.
All we know is what this objects in our own damn eyes.
Caring for each other, just does not exist.
All we wanna do is solve our problems with our fists.

So let's change this, rearange this.
Don't contribute, try to change it.
Be forgiving, to all living.
Because life's to short to hold a grudge for all time.
Please just try, (just try) (just try) (just try).

Everyone is watching, everyone is waiting.
No one's even hopeful, everyone's so jaded.
Good times never come and bad times always seem to last.
And everything's so screwed up,
Cause we live our lives too fast.

So let's change this, rearange this.
Don't contribute, try to change it.
Be forgiving, to all living.
Because life's to short to hold a grudge for all time.
Please just try, (just try) (just try) (just try).
Please just try, (just try) (just try) (just try)
Please just try
And Then I Turned Seven