| Woke up from the cold bathroom floor
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| Worldly wise, you were young, you were bored
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| The scar from the night before
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| Etched fresh on your chest
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| But that’s par for the course these days
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| She called you up out of the blue
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| You felt sick for a bit, but that passed and you knew
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| That growing up happened too fast
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| You can’t remember last summer
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| Or the way that she laughed
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| But you can’t remember much at all anymore
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| On a night filled with stuttering starts
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| You once watched the skies from your beat up old car
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| Parked at the side of the road
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| Guided by Voices from the radio
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| Well you’re feeling down so you might go out
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| And if you got lucky you might fool around
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| With some girl, in some room
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| While the roots you’ve put down
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| Are still straining to move
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| And you’ll leave before the morning lights your shame
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| You’re cynical and you’ve only got yourself to blame |