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When rock was young, me and her had so much fun
While they, sons of bankers, sons of lawyers, turn around and say good morning to the night
All the papers had to say was that she was found in the nude
He wears his war wound like a crown
I'm him, burning out his fuse up here alone
Hold me closer, you, count the headlights on the highway
Have you seen them yet? Oh, they're so spaced out
He is traveling tonight on a plane
Oh, it's full of nasty habits when he gets back
Goodbye, you, although I never knew you at all
You better get back, you, livin' in the city ain't where it's at
Oh you, you got so much love, you, and you take it where it strikes and give it to the likes of me
Maybe they're blinded, but he makes them ageless
My gift is my song, and this one's for...