It's so right. Righteous, even. Right on.



"Cut a tape of my favorite songs, said what I can't face to face. I hoped that you would share all my thoughts...we are young and unimpressed by all you'd recognize.
So play it all over—turn it wide. Now there is nothing but a mix tape left behind; now it don't rewind.
In my car we are superstars...run your lipstick down your chin. While up ahead we saw such a crash—right there a song became a soundtrack for this space in time.
So play it all over—turn it wide. Now there is nothing but a mix tape left behind; now it don't rewind.
Wonder is often lost, jaded at such a cost. Time undermines you when you close your eyes—we pass right by you."
"We've gotta hold on to what we've got—it doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got each other, and that's a lot. For love—we'll give it a shot.
Ohhh, we're halfway there—ohh, livin' on a prayer. Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear. Ohh, livin' on a prayer..."

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