When golden years turned to stolen years and your eyes turned away. After afterglow went on the the road and we woke up in a daze.
All the while, we've been wasting miles, should've been set free. Since that time, a few minor crimes, nothing that made you bleed.
From here, who knows, a single rose, I'm lost in this blasted town. Not much for casinos, chess, or bingo, guess I'll just get on down.
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