| The glory of a misspent youth
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| Chasing tire stains in muted thunder
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| Trading sex for drugs
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| And my Ophelia does not drown
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| She just barely hangs on
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| Now driving drunk in Daddy’s car
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| Honey, I won’t spoil the ending
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| But see that bend up in the road?
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| Didn’t it seem that the night
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| Was a little too quiet?
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| When it seems your subjects
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| Have all forgotten you
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| I need you to pretend that you are mine
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| And the water is just deep enough to
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| Take another chance
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| Ah, but the river doesn’t want you tonight
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| The engine was not built to last
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| And there’s a permanence
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| To the memory of a bruise
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| But I still take it on
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| The chin for you
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| You are not alone here
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| But you ain’t helping me none
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| Disabled motorist
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| In the road, I have become one |