What's the season of love if you can't win anything
What's the reason in love if a plan means anything
What's the meaning in a crime, it's a plan if anything
Where's the meaning in love, it's a brand, it's a brand
How a culture comes again, it's a plan of yesterday
And you swear it's not a trend, doesn't matter anyway
There's no need to talk to friends, nothing new is everyday
You could #### upon the stage, they'll be fans

They'll be fans
They'll be fans
They'll be fans


All the kids will eat it up, if it's packaged properly
Steal a sound and imitate, uniform and equally
Not an ode, just the facts, where our world is nowadays
An idea is what we lack, doesn't matter anyways

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