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Those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say,
"Come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenitiesIt isn't all it seems
At seventeen
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At Seventeen
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