| The first time I saw you
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| You worked selling hot dogs and stealing your mom’s vcr
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| You sold your nintendo for a shitty drum set
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| That you sold for a shittier car
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| I remember you hitting your girlfriend
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| Once or twice when she got in your face
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| You come sell us weed or you’d just watch tv
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| And she’d sit in your chevy and wait
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| The first time I saw you
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| You worked at the lakeview with that guy with those bad tattoos
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| Someone had broken your heart
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| And you worked it out fucking the regular
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| Your smile was amazing, your apartment was tiny
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| Your arms and your back were all bruised
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| Sometimes you wore glasses
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| That you didn’t like over eyes that were sparkly blue
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| Howdy stranger, how ya been?
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| A million distant memories of a million distant friends
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| The last time I saw you
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| We split a pitcher or two at some hillbilly bar
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| Your heart was all shattered
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| Your hair was all greasy and long and your hands were all hard
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| I remember saying to dump your girlfriend
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| She was making both of us sick
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| It’s not a lot, but it’s what I got
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| It’s harder and harder to stick to the script
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| It’s harder these days
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| It’s harder to stay |