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The college years were lean, wellComing out but maybe not so clean my loveAnd if I stay much longerMy feelings for youThey might get much stronger nowA Motorola comeSleep your way into a deep diplomma girlAt the dormitoryYou come to pour me one of your best stories, girlAnd I feel your face getting wetLike the color red of rouletteAnd I place my loosing bet on your sideAnd I see your eyes of regretBut you gave as good as you getLike the Massachusetts threat running wildA pair of dirty jeansThat you would wash inside my brass machineLaying on your mattressA thing of beauty, we would need more practice nowHall and Oates were singingThe funny notes that you were always bringing, girlAnd elevator's closingHard to hide when love is so exposingAnd I feel your face getting wetLike the color red of rouletteAnd I place my loosing bet on your sideAnd I see your eyes of regretBut you gave as good as you getLike the Massachusetts threat running wildWhen I drove her to VillanovaLight me up when you decideThe stark aroma of your TacomaA tiny box where we resideBattle tasted a life investedDully noted and deniedFully loaded, space encodedA quiet night out in the skyYour stack of lies was dauntingA tribute to your mind but way more hauntingA talking psycho killerBetrayed the heads of even Henry MillerConspiracy's a theoryI wonder, Tim, if this could be your LearyShe acts like Marlon BrandoBorn online inside the San Fernando
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