.I was 17, I had nothing to give
We were stealing bread, we had nowhere to live
we had hopes and dreams we believed in the lies
your perfume had a taste and I blinked my eyes
I was 23, I was cleaning the place
To the beat of a drum, that was setting the pace
we had hopes .
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