Funny how it seems like yesterday
As I recall you were looking out of place
Gathered up your things and slipped away
No time at all I followed you into the hall
Cigarette daydream
You were only seventeen
Soft speak with a mean streak
Nearly brought me to my knees
You can drive all night
Looking for the answers in the pouring rain
You wanna find peace of mind
Looking for the answer
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