So she washed her cut in the sink
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And picked up an ulcer along the way
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Down to the bay, where I did stay
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I was nineteen
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And so were we to be beating twenty
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Without her clothes
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She looked like a leper in the snow
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I left her in the snow without her clothes
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My movements were slow
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Long, she didn't even know
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What she was taking away
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We didn't talk much
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Oh, it must have shown
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She must have known
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The next day, she never called me again
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The day after that, she gave me a call
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She was all drunk
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Her words came slow
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Oh, I didn't even know what I had
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I'm taking away
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Nineteen
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| Smog |
