[Verse 1] On day one I was looking trough my pockets for the keys On day two, there I found them hanging quietly from the door You said I should get used to situations like these But I know its a sign that Im not ready for this song [Hook 1] This naked wall is a trap, is a trap Its wearing me out like a name on a tag [Verse 2] On day three you were standing in the doorway with a smile On day four, there I lost you, as you were running down the hall You said I just want to be alone for a while But you know its all because I always move too slow [Harmonica interlude] [Hook 2] These years have gone, in the sun, in the shade Im eighteen today what a mess I have made
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