In The Middle of March
We Sit and We Wait
Grown-Ups Are the Burn-Outs
Love Limits to Their States
Its Not Called a Compromise
When You Show Defeat
None of That College Talk
More Grit in Their Teeth
Just Less Than They Deserve
Never Hope For the Best
Lyrics to a Smith's Song
Heaven Knows From the Rest
"Lived in a World Which
The Other Knew Nothing"
These Sound Like Regrets
More So Than Lifes Sting
Excuse Close to Dead Hand
Of "Baby, That's Life"
It's Something You'll Repeat
But Baby, That's Strife
CK
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