(Sometimes I Feel Like) Ted Nolan

We danced the dark fantastic
You were derisive and obscure
Heads turned when half-heard bloody murder
merged with words of thoughts unpure
and you headed for the door
You told me I had a lot to learn
and it would be better if I never returned

I never knew what happened

Remember the conquering lover
who ran with the women who ran with the wolves
Remember the celebrated winner
with a trophy that no one remembers he won
Sometimes I feel like Ted Nolan
You have to go away to be the Comeback Kid
Nobody owes me anything
for something I never did


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