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I had a new Corolla,
A three-day weekend just to drive,
A part-time at the Walgreens,
And my Dad's old strat from '85
We went to shows at Dwight Street,
We never had to wait in line,
Spun great records at our parties,
Swear we changed them every time
You had a dead-end girlfriend,
I always thought your band was trash,
You change for the worse when you're drinking,
And you stayed with Katie for her cash
You broke my strat, still won't admit it,
You always act like things are fine,
You always had the worst excuses,
And you change them every time
I'll listen,
I'll try,
I'll be there,
I'm fried
I was born in the cold, even Thug will get old,
There's no well that won't someday run dry,
Guzzle whiskey and dope, and consider the rope
On the day that you stop getting high
I always wanted to get older,
Now my parents are sick,
What a shitty quarter-century,
Oh well
We changed them every time
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