| When i’m driving in the sunshine
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| turning up the radio
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| i wonder back to the day
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| when my baby ran away
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| he was Sex Dreams And Denim Jeans
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| we used to stay up all night
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| playing late til it was bright
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| but then he found the guitar
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| and our worlds were pulled far
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| he was sweet as night
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| marilyn monroe is turning in her grave
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| our world is truly far from saved
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| it’s our youth, we’ve seen it all
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| days of whiskey peace and jewelery
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| are ones who ruled our world
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| now i lay awake at night
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| dripping sweat and feeling fat
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| i’m a bleeding heart
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| didn’t deserve my affection
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| but he caught my attention
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| sucked me down to the bottom
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| where we both got bent
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| i’m a broken arrow
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| marilyn monroe is turning in her grave
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| our world is truly far from saved
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| it’s our youth, we’ve seen it all
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| you miss the tales of plastic beauty
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| and a mythical peep
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| cause when it’s like a fly
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| and our nation still had pride
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| we wake up bored as an idiot
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| when i’m driving in the sunshine
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| turning up the radio
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| i wonder back to the day
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| when my baby ran away
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| he was Sex Dreams And Denim Jeans |