In and out of intersections in a suburb of St. Louis, Misery.
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In the back seat of your parent's gold Volvo,
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we waved to passing cars
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and talked about who would win the world series.
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And now we could care less about baseball
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or how much the rookie card is worth.
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We could care less.
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Do you remember those days at all?
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When we threw it back in their face.
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All the girls we kissed
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and how we thought those days would never end.
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And here we are today.
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And now you're getting married
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and I'm struggling to find a date.
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I'm struggling.
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And all the games we play are the same today as yesterday.
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The rules have changed.
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Everything has changed.
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Des Peres
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| The Lyndsay Diaries |
