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We'll correct collegiate mistakes,
A shower of formal ideals,
Completely soused, The hearts on our sleeves,
As they drowned we could hear them screaming,
"Oh what a tragic way to see our final days."
I attempt to talk up the town:
"The answers are in the arches of the 20th Century Towers and in
comfortable cars in motion."
And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain:
"You're just like the rest. Your restlessness
makes you lazy."
Keeping busy is just wasting time and I've wasted what little he gave me.
(All Around) I know the conscious choice was crystal clear,
too clear the slate of former years:
When I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.
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