On a whim, we climbed in a car that was headed down south
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You were older and I was hard-pressed for action¡¦ could you tell?
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Do I Do¡¦
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You said, ¡°Here, my dear¡±, at the Vanity Fair
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¡°Let¡¯s make hay while the Sun shines¡±
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¡¦but was it fair?
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Old playthings are all laid to waste
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Thrown out to make better space
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So I got a job cleaning toilets at a nightclub in Baltimore
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And I guess that¡¯s that, almost shorter than a dream
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And definitely of less note
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Old playthings are all laid to waste
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Thrown out to make better space
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Do I Do¡¦
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That's That
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| Cass McCombs |
