We Were Young Kids

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A clouded mind and hooded eyes
I remember us kissing on a hot summer night.

We were young kids
And we didn't know
How love can pain us so.

I cry as my lips tremble and eyes close shut,
Knowing you have kissed me for the last time.

We were young kids,
We still don't know
In love is not where we belong. 

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