Lipstick lullaby, girls make boys cry

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When you're young, not much matters. When you find something that you care about, then that's all you got. When you go to sleep at night you dream of music
. When you wake up it's the same thing. It's there in your face. You can't escape it. Sometimes when you're young the only place to go is inside. That's just it - music is what I love. Take that away from me and I really got nothing.