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Look at the way we go, look at the life we wrote,
Look at the time she said I'd never make it on my own.
Downtown where the sun hangs low,
Sitting on the curb by the punk rock show.
Now I'm talking off the cuff to some strange
Friends I can't relate to,
Drunk on all these odds and ends trying to get through to you.
You sit there by the front porch, what are you waiting for?
And you would say...
Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been?
You've been mucking up the past few years of your life,
Trying to find a reason to fight.
(woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say) ×2
Look at the way you sing, look at the weight you bring,
Look at the same you said well I can never feel a thing.
And you're laughing at my jokes,
Well maybe that's 'cause we're both stoned
Yeah the radio it plays all those songs you can't relate to,
By 6am I'm still awake, smoking in her bedroom.
And now I'm a loving wreck for tomorrow,
When I'm driving down the highway on our way back to Toronto you'd say...
Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been?
You've been mucking up the past few years of your life,
Trying to find a reason to fight.
(woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say) ×2
Look at the way we go, look at the life we wrote,
Look at the time she thought she'd never make it on her own.
Yeah you've gone cold as stone.
(woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say) ×2
Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been?
You've been mucking up the past few years of your life,
Trying to find a reason to fight.
(And you'd say)
Hey boy I've got a question, where the hell have you been?
You've been mucking up the past few years of your life,
Trying to find a reason to fight.
(And you'd say)
(woah oh, woah oh, hey hey, and you'd say)
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