When you were the age fifteen
They shot the arrow at you
You put that arrow in
Became an angel too
But you were proud to be you

When you made a pact with him
A secret that you'd keep
That you'd forget that sin
Could be so warm, so free
That you could find such release

My dear Sebastian
In every breath, we complete
The meaning of our truth
The meaning of our design
That I could be a son
And someone's son I'd find
To be the one, to be the one, man, man of mine
From a boy into a son, into the man, man of mine

We are, we are, we are, we are
He'll sow his seeds into mine
And we will grow
And we will grow and let our bodies entwine
We are, we are, we are, we are
We wouldn't fail but be anything else but real

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We are, we are, we are, we are, we are, we are