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There was a night, went a year too long |
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Heady bliss and suicidal calls from dusk to dawn |
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There was a choice never fully made |
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So the consequences euthanized the escapade |
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I'm not innocent |
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In my defense, I was half my customary forty-eight percent |
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She's not innocent |
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Tongue in her cheek, she said |
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"Soldier boy, I kept my conscience clean" |
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We split up time and time again |
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So I threw a dart at Europe, she hit Michigan |
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I got on a ship full of stolen wind |
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And let a trail of block boats mark the path to God-knows-when |
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I'm not innocent |
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In my defense, I was kinder to her than I think I'd ever been |
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She's not innocent |
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Tongue in her cheek, she said |
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"Soldier boy, I kept my conscience clean" |
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So I went to Spain, or mildly insane |
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Epinephrine April showers |
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Vino tinto blossoms through the month of May |
