When he was sixteen
Everybody talked so loud how badly it was seen
Moved around in places
And whispering his name like prayer
Oh, I'm not afraid
to die for the other kind of love
Oh, When lover's gone,
He turned his sight to the other boys
He's got something in his eyes
Nobody can see
It's just a secret message of desire or agree
Changed in two days
He used to be a trouble maker
to die for the other kind of love
Oh, When lover's gone,
He turned his sights to the other boys
Oh, I'm not afraid
to die for the other kind of love
Oh, When lover's gone,
He turned his sights to the other boys, boys, boys, boys
Aha, aha, aha…
Oh, I'm not afraid
to die for the other kind of love
Oh, When lover's gone,
He turned his sights to the other boys
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