When I was young I knew everything,
She a punk who rarely ever took advice.
Now I'm guilt stricken sobbing with my head on the floor,
Stop of baby's breath and a shoe-ful of rice, no.
Can't be held responsible,
Cause she was touching her face.
I won't be held responsible she fell in love in the first place.
For the life of me,
I cannot remember
What made us
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