..Five, six, seven, eight!
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All the time, awake
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You're still on my mind
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But we were on our own
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Almost all the time
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And she'll step away
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For a second or two
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And I close my eyes
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And I think of you
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We were only seventeen
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We were holding in our screams
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Like we'd torn it from the pages of some lipstick magazine
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And you scratch and turn
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And say, "let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream"
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Like gasoline
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Those tender days
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At your mother's house
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And your father would find my hand inside your blouse
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But they tell me that
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You're married now
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Oh my dear, I fear I can't understand how
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When we were only seventeen
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We were holding back our screams
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Like we'd torn our lives from the pages of some girly magazines
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And you scratch and turn
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And say, "let's burn these sheets down to the seams"
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Like gasoline
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I was only twenty one
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I wasn't having any fun
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And the words you said tore through my head
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Like bullets from a gun
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And I shoulda just shown up and said,
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"Get in this car, let's run"
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And these years have seen so many imitations turning green
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Each like the last, they go right past like credits on a screen
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But your memory blazes through me
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Burning everything
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Like gasoline
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Like gasoline
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Like gasoline
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Gasoline
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The Airborne Toxic Event |