Days Go By We are living in symmetrical lives A box with peepholes telling our lies Mosquitos take a bite, say dig right in She found God too late, that's her only sin Boy you got them thinkin you're a real Romeo Oh she's a trailer cutie, so baby lets go Here's my story, not a revolution Baby I'm still lookin for the easy solution. And I'm in the middle of the tracks Boys run me over, they say never look back Clense my face, don't know where to go from here I can pedal, and honey you can steer. Gina lost her religion last spring Now she's dyin of this H-I-V thing. . . It's kind of crazy. yeah, it's kinda absurd I keep on dreamin, I've forgotten that word. Caught up in silence with my hair in his hands I say maybe someday he will understand But still searching for answers for a revolution, Tides rise and fall, another evolution. . . Not my solution? And I'm in the middle of the tracks Boys run me over, they say never look back Clense my face, don't know where to go from here I can pedal, and honey you can steer.
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