I re-read silly lines
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That made sense at the time
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Pages all stained with tears and red wine
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And I walk through the airport and see magazines
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Every face that I see
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So much younger than me
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And I smile to myself how I don¨t even miss
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My glorious past or the lips that I've kissed
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And I think to myself that how easy this is
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Easy to breathe, easy to live
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And I wonder why I tear myself in two
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Over how to be, what to say and what to do
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And I know you liked me better then
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And I know you liked me better when I was a fool
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・I was a fool
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・mm
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・I was a fool
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・mm
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So I live in these days
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But I still have my old ways
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¨cause the future, somehow, has yet to arrive
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And I see all around me the women on time
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Kids and divorces and crisis in midlife
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and do I surrender and give up my dream
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for a brick in the wall and a washing machine
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grow up and get real
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for a kid in their teens
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who won't care what I've done
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where I've been, what I've seen
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And I wonder why I tear myself in two
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over who to be, how to be and what to do
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and I know you liked me better then
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and I know you liked me better when I was a fool
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・I・was a fool
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・I was a fool
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・I was a fool
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I'm free to a fault
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I¨m 45
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I¨m playing guitar
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I¨m living my life
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Fly down the highway
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Sun on my face
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I belong to nobody
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I belong to no place
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When I Was a Fool
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| Concrete Blonde |
