I took the car keys
and drove off into the night
Headed out for Vacaville
and cut back on 505
Pushed the Fury III
as fast as that bitch could fly
Bob Dylan's on AM radio
keeping me alive
It wasn't my fault
the television is broken
it wasn't my fault
cosmopolitan has spoken
I dyed my hair black
but I know it's only pretend
I'm not that stupid
yeah I rode it out until the end
It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault
No it wasn't no it wasn't
It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault
Back in college
I used to write songs in my classes
I'd sit way in the back
and wear my Ray Ban glasses
Little itty bitty stories
about pain and misery and misfortune
I need some good material
for our next album
I liked Madonna
back when she was singing Borderline
I'd like to think that if she knew me
she would be a friend of mine
I saw an interview with Tom
and he looked so weak and thin
Like Vincent Van Gough
before he went and cut off his ear
It wasn't my fault no it wasn't my fault
I just want my albums back
I never really loved you
I just want my albums back
I never really loved you
I just needed some lyrics to a song
I washed the car
but the soap's still on my hands
I can't believe his girlfriend
still smokes the same brand
She used to tell me she could die
for a piece of gum to chew
Like a bird on a telephone wire
I'm still talking to you


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Clementine song meanings
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