You've got a lot of growing up to do
You don't even have a choice
You burn miles of Pavement on one CD and you're
Startin' to like the singer's voice
Reach out your arm and ash your cigarette
Ask the rear-view how you look
You got 16,000 dials on your dashboard
But not one of "˜em really works
I've got some explaining to do
You've pulled that gun on me before
But this is the first time that you shot
"The chamber's empty," you said
I only got hurt this time because I didn't
Don't know the time but you know you're late
You wear a badly sketched-in smile where your frown should be
And you don't even hesitate
I've got some explaining to do
You've pulled that gun on me before
But this is the first time that you shot
"The chamber's empty," you said
I only got hurt this time because I didn't
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