| Went to see the new baby
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| And we smoked weed on the back porch
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| And lying on my back with the pool floatie
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| «Raining Blood» just thundering forth
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| I said, «What do you say
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| Your parents take your place for an hour?
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| We can drive downtown
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| To our old favorite place
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| Let the years just melt away
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| And find ourselves back where we were found»
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| There’s not a soul down on the corner
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| And that’s a pretty certain sign
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| That I shouldn’t try
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| To play the reformer
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| Picking up pieces of that old gang of mine
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| But what would they say
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| If it went the other way
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| And we flew to today
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| Through ten years of time
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| They’d be ashamed
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| I’m so sure they’d be ashamed
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| At what I claim to be doing with my life
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| Now they’re all paired off
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| And kissing the other half goodnight
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| And then falling deep into the same sleep
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| While walls and warm sheets shut out the light
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| And I’m the only one
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| At the top of my lungs
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| Who’s still singing sweet adelines
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| They’re all filled up
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| They don’t need the love
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| That I’m bringing that old gang of mine
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| Not a soul down on the corner
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| They’re all safe sitting down behind smooth sheets of glass
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| I guess it’s not going to get any warmer
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| And I guess it’s raining slow
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| Until it’s raining fast |