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What's the price of being youngTie me up for dark loveShiver down my empty spineWhat's the price of being youngI think her lips are close to mineHer eyes are loosely gonePainted nails have fallen offI think her lips are close to mineI hope there's sugar in your teaAnd I'll grow my hair right nowPrison don't seem fair right nowI hope there's sugar in my teaWhat's the price of being youngTie me up for dark loveShiver down my empty spineWhat's the price of being young From Letras Mania