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In these days of decadence
These times when anything goes
You can say anything you want to
But you'll never get close
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It was early morning in late spring
In 1979
I was hit by a slow moving vehicle
Everybody thought I was dying
The driver of the car was the mother
Of a girl that I had a crush on
It was a hell of a way to get attention
And a backward kid stood laughing
At me and the blood and the gravel
And the mother who was shaking and crying
One year later in 1980
He jumped off a high rise building screaming
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With everything ahead of us
It was the last thing that you said
And in this age of amnesia
I'll never forget the effect
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