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Everything was fine
When all the girls were boys
And singing
Was the usual thing to do
Nobody was sad
But the kids
The kids with the clumsy eyes

We burned and we looted
And frightened ourselves
Before we learned mothers
Could haunt us with words
Split milk and childishness
Made scratches and cuts
On the cheap polished charm
Of the clumsy-eyed rats

So we stole magazines and some bikes for a ride
Those dazzling devices for Superboy's bride
We shot a few
We stoned a few
And someday survived
To crouch back in corners
Mind in mind's eye

Well I can't bring back
I can't think back
It's fading again
The tin boys and young girls
All melted away

Everything was fine

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