You were under the impression
That when you were walking forward
You'd end up further onward
But things ain't quite that simple

You got altered information
You were told to not take chances
You missed out on new dances
Now you're losing all your dimples

My jacket's gonna be cut and slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker, with an open neck
I ride a G.S. scooter with my hair cut neat
Wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet

Love reign o'er me
Love reign o'er me
Love

I've had enough of living
I've had enough of dying
I've had enough of smiling
I've had enough of crying

I've taken all the high roads
I've squandered and I've saved
I've had enough of childhood
I've had enough of graves
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