.Back when I was 17, my friend he sold weed
He used to let me smoke for free, so I'd help him make his rounds
He always kept his pager on, cause back then nobody had cell phones
He'd get a page, and we'd be gone we must've moved a thousand pounds
God bless the good old days, when.
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