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Innocent Days
03:42
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I gave you a glass of water
You mistook it for wine
You destroyed my sense of order
and I your sense of time
All the things we were seeing
made us feel divine
And if they were deceiving
the sentiment would fit the crime
We had no future to blame
Kept it away until it came
But those were more innocent days
when we took more drugs and had more sex
But those were more innocent days
when we knew our feelings and felt the facts
Now I hardly hear you talking
The static is too loud
But I still can see you walking
You stick out of the crowd
All the things we were feeling
made us twist and shout
And had I not been kneeling
that might even have made me proud
We didn't give back until now
They were borrowed times anyhow
But those were more innocent days
when we took more drugs and had more sex
But those were more innocent days
when we knew our feelings and felt the facts
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I tend to sympathize with assholes
Yes, I know
They are the only kind of people
that I know of
who can really afford to be themselves
'cause no one expects then to be something else
and that helps
So one very lonely christmas
I went with them to see
the most melancholy party of pleasure
I had ever witnessed
So I became a witness
of what I soon would be
The most melancholy person of pleasure
unaware of this mess
There is a writer and he snorts things
through his nose
And you can tell he isn't sure if
it's poetry or prose
He's gonna die and get some fame
Then do it over and over again
for his fans
So one very lonely christmas
I went with him to see
the most melancholy party of pleasure
I had ever witnessed
So I became a witness
of what I soon would be
The most melancholy person of pleasure
unaware of this mess
I would consider myself a reclusive genius
But sometimes it seems I only qualify for one part of that image
So one very lonely christmas
You went with me to see
the most melancholy party of pleasure
you had ever witnessed
So you became a witness
of what you soon would be
The most melancholy person of pleasure
unaware of this mess
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