I guess I was 22 when she came to me saying :
I love you
I know she was 24, when she yelled at me :
nevermore !
My life's not worth it, not worth it no more.
She was a pink collar-girl, working eight day a
week in a lawyer's firm,
Well I was a starving artist, waiting for a
breaking disc
At first it was so romantic to believe in
teenage kicks
But now I am 26 and I can't pay the rent with
my set list
I dream of her seeing my name, in the line up
of a famous band,
I dream of me and her again
I do believe in LSD
I do believe in XTC
I do believe I need a drink
But she believes I have to quit
My life's not worth it, not worth it no more.
So why don't you worry ?
Don't worry no more, don't worry no more,
don't worry no more.
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