Preferred Band/Artist: BlackByrd
She said she'd stand there waiting beneath the deep blue sea
He was counting cars, stuck in traffic, hearing the same old melody
He got out, looked around, then began to hear the sound
Of her heart from the sea and all its tales of meant to be
Let go, take my hand
And we'll fly off to Neverland
Grow old? Not a chance,
’Cause we'll be standing hand in hand
’Cause we'll be standing hand in hand
Now she'll see the ocean, flying high above the sky
Skimming rocks across the atmosphere and watching stars collide
And he'll sit in punk-rock clubs, hearing melodies of love
Holding close on to a siren's call from among the stars above
Let go, take my hand
And we'll fly off to Neverland
Grow old? Not a chance
’Cause we'll be standing hand in hand
’Cause we'll be standing hand in hand
Wake up, go out
Speed up, slow down
Make me proud, give 'em hell
Smile wide, I know you will
Wake up, go out
Speed up, slow down
Make me proud, give 'em hell
Smile wide, I know you will
Let go, take my hand
And we'll fly off to Neverland
Grow old? Not a chance,
Cos we'll be standing hand in hand
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