| I’ll take a nicotine, caffeine, sugar fix
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| Jesus don’t ya git tired of turnin' tricks
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| But when your innocence dies
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| You’ll find the blues
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| Seems all our heroes were born to lose
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| Just walkin' through time
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| You believe this heat
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| Another empty house another dead end street
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| Gonna rest my bones an sit for a spell
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| This side of heaven this close to Hell
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| Right next door to hell
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| Why don’t you write a letter to me yeah
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| I said I’m right next door to hell
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| An so many eyes are on me
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| Right next door to hell
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| I got nowhere else to be
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| Right next door to hell
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| Feels like the walls are closing in on me
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| My mamma never really said much to me
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| She was much too young and scared ta be
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| Hell «Freud"might say that’s what I need
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| But all I really ever get is greed
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| An most my friends they feel the same
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| Hell we don’t even have ourselves to blame
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| But times are hard and thrills are cheaper
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| As your arms get shorter
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| Your pockets get deeper
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| Right next door to hell
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| Why don’t you write a letter to me yeah
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| I said I’m right next door to hell
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| An so many eyes are on me
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| Right next door to hell
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| I never thought this is where I’d be
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| Right next door to hell
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| Thinkin' time’ll stand still for me
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| Fuck you
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| Bitch
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| Not bad kids just stupid ones
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| Yeah we thought we’d own the world
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| An gettin' used was havin' fun
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| I said we’re not sad kids just lucid ones yeah
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| Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone
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| So much out there
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| Still so much to see
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| Time’s too much to handle
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| Time’s too much for me
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| It drives me up the walls
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| Drives me out of my mind
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| Can you tell me what this means… huh? |