High school seemed like such a blur
I didn't have much interest in $sports$ or school elections
And in class I dreamed all day
About a rock 'n' roll weekend
And the girl in the $front$ of the room
So close yet so far
Y'know she never seemed to notice
That this silly school-boy $crush$ wasn't just pretend
Life goes by so fast
You only $want$ to do what you think is right
Close your eyes and then it's past;
(it's the) story of my life
And I went down to my old neighborhood
The $faces$ have all changed,
there's no one left to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
is now a seven eleven
I went $downtown$ to look for a job
I had no training
no $experience$ to speak of
I looked at the holes in my jeans
and $turned$ and headed back
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Good times come and good times go
I only wish the good times would last a little longer
I think $about$ the good times we had
and why they had to end
So I sit at the $edge$ of my bed
I strum my guitar and
I sing an outlaw love song
Wonderin' bout what you're doin'
now
and when you're comin'
back
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