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The First Time
The first time around was a meeting of minds.
But the winter came and we grew cold.
You said there was nothing here for me.
I said there was you and those crowded streets.
You gave me the second chance to fuck it up.
It was the proper thing to do I guess.
But summer came and burned us out.
I got nothing babe except this bitter bottle.
So I'm watching some preacher sell me divinity.
Some holy water and a used cross for my time.
Trying to find god under endless ashtrays.
But I heard second hand smoke wasn't his bag.
Haven't com full circle with you and never will.
I'm still picking myself up from those brilliant years.
You once said there's nothing here for me.
I begged myself to disagree but these knees are raw and I can't afford the protection.
