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Drink it up, the rotting apples and the burning leaves
the day is over roll down your sleeves
you know you'll miss it when you're gone
and it's enough to have something to hold onto
hell, it's more than fair
and winter's coming but you just don't care
cause you know now it won't be long

but oh, I remember layin' in that boneyard
listening to the crickets and the passing cars
headlights flashing on the broken stones
it was us and all those fallen soldiers layin' down below
but they were dead and buried a long time ago
with all their mamas tear drops and I told you so's.

Now it's the life, getting all gussied up in Grandma's dresses
and eating Lucky Charms for breakfast
playin' poker all day long
outside, they're saving dollars just to buy more time
but we've got a pot of coffee and the joker's wild
and we've got a tape of all our favorite songs

Chorus

I told myself that I was really never coming back this time
and I drove that station wagon 'bout a hundred miles
bought a souvenir and turned around
It's just as well
'cause the rain was falling faster than these broken wipers sway
and something always told me it would be this way
I never thought it would be now

From Paroles Mania