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Sep 2013
We have a secret,one which has to be kept
I told no soul,hope none will ever know
The moment we walk in the room
We turn heads, it's so cool
To know what we know
Watch out, it's gonna blow
Over

We got our own thing going on
We applaud the walls
Laugh at the air
Yeah some might think
We going crazy
Crazy

It's indescribable
It's inexplainable
I'm gonna fall down the earth
What are we gonna do
Our lives aren't that cool
We might have a joke
But it makes them choke
Who cares what they think
It's our own thing

It's unforgettable
It's irreplaceable
What are you worth
There's nothing you can do
We just have to be
On the other line
Standing on the right
What is there motive?
It's our own thing

Let them shoot,let them run
They hide their faces against the sun
They are no fun
Their games are boring
My word! They're soaring
Their lies are stories
Who cares what they think?
This is our own thing

They separate us,it's such a fuss
The boys are hurting
All those talking
They can't walk straight anymore
All I'm saying,don't be playing
With their games of hurt
They are rude to us
Who cares what they think
This is our own thing

We can play,all through the day
We can go, anywhere
We can talk all we want to talk
But if they try to take us apart
Then we'll enjoy our last laugh
Coz they won't let the sun in
Coz they are hurting
But who cares what they think
Coz this will be our last own little thing

Our own thing
Our last own little thing...
This one goes to my five awesome friends!!!!!
JAK AL TARBS
Written by
JAK AL TARBS  England
(England)   
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