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I can still see the moon on the night we met It was shining like the grin of a fool You got into the van, drew all over the roof I don't know why, but I thought it was cool You were all Doc Martens and Clove cigarettes Black Beauties and Blue Label beer And though I licked every one I finally lost count Of all the holes pierced round your right ear All of the nights spent in harmless crime When will I have a better time? The whine of youth, bitter roar The whine of youth, hear me snore... Ten years later standing in Cozumel Left foot on a poisonous fish You almost died and your mouth turned blue All I thought of was your lipstick A lifetime gone and my only art left Is Vicodin and PS2 I think now and then what might have been Bald, broke and morally screwed Those were the days, God, we kicked some ass You punkass kids get off my grass From Letras Mania