When I was a boy
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Chasing a note
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Straining to bring up
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The chords in my throat
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Battling age clinging the coat
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Humming the old songs in stereo
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I had not a thought
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Of parking lots
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And me in the car
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With the doors all locked
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I'm staring ahead
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Everyone's dead
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I'm under the pain in between my ribs
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It's just like the movies
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It comes about face
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All at once when I'm breathing
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The careless air of the night
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About-Face
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| The Working Title |
