"Don't you think about settling down?", the old boy's talking to me,
"You better watch it with your hang-out company."
Back when I was the firelight, and you were on your third degree
We drank all night long and slept out beneath the trees.
Now Sophie gave me an offer, but I was quick with the dodge
I crossed the street, and some say that I got lost
I still hear your call from the wild, your detuned symphony,
You know I love it when you're singing that song to me.
You keep me singing.
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