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We were young and we were wicked. |
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We dove headfirst into the thicket. |
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When we came out we bled like sievesand we told tales no one believed. |
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I want to know how did it get so cold? |
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Heavens to |
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Betsy, won't |
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Somebody get me out of this hole. |
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In the moonlight our nerves glowed. |
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We traced mazes with our eyes closed. |
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Corncobs like ricks of bones. |
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Shoes shed, our clothes outgrown,you swore it would never get old. |
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I swear I just want to go home. |
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I want to know how did it get so cold? |
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Heavens to |
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Betsy, won't |
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Somebody get me out of this hole. |
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I want to go home. |
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I want to go home 'cause this is getting old. |
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Kiss this is getting old. |
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Kiss Kiss is getting old. |
