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Never Get It Back

Those few hours in the morning, when you’d like to be forgiven You never get them back Those few hours in the morning, when you want to be forgiven No you never get them back I wish the dawn would last forever I wish the afternoon would not attack That money that you spent when you were dumb and twenty-something -- You never get it back That money that you spent when you were dumb and twenty-something No you never get it back If I had a cent for each misfortune, You know I’d have a great big stack The strength that you exhausted on the hillside with your boulder, You never get it back The strength that you exhausted on the hillside with your boulder, No you’ll never get it back And those homemade wings you flew with, They’re all banged-up and cracked Those nights you hung out in the sordid alleys of approval You’ll never get them back The night you hung out in the sordid alleys of approval No you’ll never get those back You woke up with a headache from the Hades And felt like you’d been stretched upon the rack Those few hours in the morning, when you’d like to be forgiven You never get them back Those few hours in the morning, when you ask to be forgiven No you never get them back I wish the dawn would last forever I wish the afternoon would not attack

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