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If I need a cry, this'll do 'er every time.
First time I heard them I was on one of the beds at the cabin in Bolinas in the arms of a bad boy who like to get you pregnant just looking at him. We were only kissing. All our clothes on. I was sixteen and he was seventeen... but very, very sure of himself. He'd just decided he was going to blow my mind and put their album on the stereo. It wasn't minutes before I knew that was us. My generation.
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