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Well wild eyed with wonder, she's no place to go Hangs out with the raunchy boys, she loves to steal the show Kicks off the daydreams, red-tape lonely blues Drinks & smokes, rants & raves, and forgets about the news Lights go down, bottles rung dry She'll stop & shine you with those sad blue eyes Trouncin' past the time, desolation seems to fade And I'm not so sure, we haven't got it made The lights go down, the bottles wrung dry She'll stop and shine ya, with those sad blue eyes Trouncin' past the time, the desolation seems to fade I'm really not so sure, we haven't got it made I'm not so sure we haven't got it may dayed The sweet smell of sinsemilla, up on the hill, where no one can see ya Holdin' on to our precious youth, doin' our best to avoid the truth You know one of these days, our future's only full of memories The lights go down, the bottles wrung dry She'll stop and shine ya, with those sad blue eyes Trouncin' past the time, the desolation seems to fade Well I'm not so sure, we haven't got it made I'm not so sure we haven't got it may dayed Take it away Some people point their fingers at society Some people just point their fingers at me One things for sure, it's an endless void I've got my reasons to be paranoid Is there any right Is there any wrong What's wrong for livin' for ten cents & a song But the whip comes down Well wild eyed with wonder, she's no place to go Hangs out with the raunchy boys, she loves to steal the show Kicks off the daydreams, red-tape lonely blues Drinks & smokes, rants & raves, and forgets about the news The lights go down, the bottle's rung dry She'll stop & shine you with those sad blue eyes Trouncin' past the time, the desolation seems to fade I'm not so sure, we haven't got it made I'm not so sure, we haven't got it made Die for me babe
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