The glory of a misspent youth,
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chasing tire stains in muted thunder,
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trading sex for drugs.
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And my Ophelia does not drown,
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she just barely hangs on.
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Now driving drunk in Daddy's car.
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Honey, I won't spoil the ending.
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But see that bend up in the road?
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Didn't it seem that the night
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was a little too quiet?
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When it seems your subjects
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have all forgotten you,
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I need you to pretend that you are mine.
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And the water is just deep enough to
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take another chance,
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ah, but the river doesn't want you tonight.
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The engine was not built to last.
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And there's a permanence
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to the memory of a bruise.
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But I still take it on
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the chin for you
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You are not alone here,
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but you ain't helping me none.
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Disabled motorist
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in the road, I have become one.
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Misspent Youth
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| Clap Your Hands Say Yeah |
