We'll correct collegiate mistakes, A shower of formal ideals, Completely soused, The hearts on our sleeves, As they drowned we could hear them screaming, "Oh what a tragic way to see our final days." I attempt to talk up the town: "The answers are in the arches of the 20th Century Towers and in comfortable cars in motion." And yet it still remains, this incessant refrain: "You're just like the rest. Your restlessness makes you lazy." Keeping busy is just wasting time and I've wasted what little he gave me. (All Around) I know the conscious choice was crystal clear, too clear the slate of former years: When I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you.
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