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I had to run from seventeen to twenty-five That was pretty good I gave up on college life Moved back to the neighborhood Got a 1969 White Ranchero almost-ran Got a girl who didn't mind When I withdrew she'd understand I was broke then But unbroken Desperate by design I Don't always get it right But I'm close Most of the time Twenty-five to twenty-nine I was makin' it, I was miserable I moved out by the Hollywood Lived alone though the house was full I've got a 1993 Yellow stick-shift run-around I got a girl who didn't get me When I withdrew, she'd put me down Letras de canciones Heartbroken But still hopin' Love would fall in line I Don't always get it right But I'm close Most of the time I Don't always get it right But I'm close Most of the time Just when I'd given up on my good fortune Damn near despaired of finding you You come 'round with all your complications And said "Boy, you're broken. Let's see what we can do" Let's see what we can do Twenty-nine to present-day We wound up with a family Said goodbye to loneliness When I withdraw you come to me I'm broken We're all broken We just keep on trying I Don't always get it right But I'm close Most of the time And I Don't always get it right But I'm close Most of the time Most of the time Most of the time Most of the time From Letras Mania