The day before I heard the news
My motor ran on joy,
Unquestioning that life was just,
For I was just a boy.
The very day I heard the news,
That motor barely coughed,
But on the night I heard the news
My innocence I doffed.
I could not clothe the boy I was
In innocence so stained.
As I became a man, I swapped
That innocence for pain.
My tank's sometimes half-full of joy
Beneath that coat of pain.
My verses are as oft they were,
Before this new refrain.
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