Three wasted years, standing still As you opened up, 18 miles wide On this country drive I can't keep up 'cause you're so far gone And it's all too much hindsight Three wasted years, wasting time As the hunger pains grow inside I can't keep up 'cause you're so far gone And it's all too much hindsight
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