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Boy, you were a bully
Through the grass and the river you chased
You were cruel, you were so mean
Laughing right in my face

All the while you had my back, my best friend
I can still feel that smile on my face
Twenty-seven was a good year, the best
In the back of a bar, watching me dance in a dress

Remember that night in Paris?
All those candles you lit
You and all the alcohol

Sleeping on the street, sleeping on a train
Looking like a crook with a cane
You come back home with a twist of your tongue
And a devilish smile on your face

When you got sick
You were through with fun and games
Now that the times have all changed
I can't find you
I can't put you back into place

Nothing could be done
For this young, wild sun

Standing on the street in a hospital sheet
On the run from the police
A dumb girl on your arm
And that look on your face
And all those crazy things you said to me
I could never forget

Everything you have to go through
With a smile on your face
Everything we now know
With a smile on our face

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