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You and I have to get out of Stephan's way You and I have to make it home every day Sneaker souls - they will remember Stephan's name, Drawn in gold until the beating of the rain, Washed away - and then we used to call it fame You and me, the things we climb The acid test Is getting down... You and I have to get out of Stephan's way Is he louder each time he comes out to play? (God you think you're fine...) (God your looks are wasted...) (God I think your mess is better hewn than mine) From Letras Mania