| I fell for guys who tried to commit suicide
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| With soft rock hair, blood shot eyes
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| Tastes like Marlboro cigarettes, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups
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| Pepsi in his hand, getting off the school bus
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| Films and drills, safety illustrations
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| The crushed cars of driver education, driver education
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| Now its tattooed girls with a past they can’t remember
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| Who pledged allegiance to a life of bending the curriculum
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| She tastes like spring, there she goes again
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| Drinking with the older guys, tripping by the lakeside
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| Films and drills and safety illustrations
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| The crushed cars of driver education, driver education
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| When you were sweet sixteen, I was already mean
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| And feeling bad for giving it up to the man just to make the scene
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| Where were you, back when I had something to prove?
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| With the switchblade set and the church kids learning my moves
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| I ran for miles through the suburbs of the seventies
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| Pollen dust and Pixie sticks, kissing in the deep end
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| Of swimming pools before I knew what’s in there
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| We come into this life waterlogged and tender
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| Films and drills and safety illustrations
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| The crushed cars of driver education
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| Films and drills and safety illustrations
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| The crushed cars of driver education, driver education
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| Driver education, driver education, driver education |