When I was young and left to wonder
Many times I would blunder
Wrong choices I would often make
Then the blues I could not shake
Thus I’d drink trying to forget
And go home with the first girl I met
The morning next brought sad remorse
And a vow to try another course
So I’d contemplate how to improve
Determined to find the proper groove
This would leave me again to wonder
And thus of course again to blunder
Thus the cycle began anew
Sadly this whole tale is largely true
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