You cut off your long hair
Hang up your favorite guitar
Standing in the crowd in a hurry
Like a fool
You said you had to learn to grow up
No more runaway Mustangs
From then on the surging waves
Shut up
Well
Your short hair is like a eraser in the sun
White shirt is like a keepsake, people accept you
You're like a lost child who finally finds a home
They smile at you, but you are in tears
You said dreams would never sprout again
White flowers bloom in front of the grave of rock and roll
Let anger be in the beer bubble.
Slowly struggling
Well
Your short hair is like a eraser in the sun
White shirt is like a keepsake, people accept you
You're like a lost child who finally finds a home
They smile at you, but you are in tears
Your short hair is like a eraser in the sun
White shirt is like a keepsake, people accept you
You're like a lost child who finally finds a home
They smile at you, but you are in tears
La la la la
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