| A sad story, might find it boring
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| Lost his Mum to a drug named heroin
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| Father’s gone, so Grandma’s left with everything
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| Two grandkids and a daughter’s coffin
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| I never really knew him when he was growing up
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| But I assumed that it was a little fucked
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| No parents for him to look up too
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| Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
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| Shit, I used to think he was a dick
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| Tried too hard to fit
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| And never grow out of it
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| Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much
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| He’s probably given up, given up
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| I think he’s had enough, had enough
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| Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
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| Never left his home town
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| That’s what probably did it
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| Never saw the other worlds
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| That he didn’t want to go and get it
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| Occupied by fitting in where minds
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| A small west, small things
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| Make the small things feel so tall
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| Will he ever change?
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| Well apparently
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| He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
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| It wouldn’t help his case
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| Oh, I couldn’t ever say
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| Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much
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| He’s probably given up, given up
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| I think he’s had enough, had enough
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| Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
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| But wait my life’s out, a night out
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| Brothers in town, some doubt
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| A few fights, now kicked out clubs, shit the suns up
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| One looks all it took for his girl to cuss at another
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| Dudes being dudes
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| They blow at the chest to impress these breasts
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| That’d just started this mess
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| They must protect the damsel in distress
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| So other girls man decides to clench his fists
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| And then he threw and missed
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| Brothers hit, as did his
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| Dropped him quick, then one kick to the head
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| Oh shit other man is dead
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| Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much
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| He’s probably given up, given up
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| I think he’s had enough, had enough
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| Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
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| And now he’s locked away
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| 21 years of age
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| How many lives will go to waste?
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| As far as graves
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| Until I see some fucking change
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| Oh, and I don’t even know how
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| We can change it too!
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| I want another life
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| Now he don’t talk too much, talk too much
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| He’s probably given up, given up
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| I think he’s had enough, had enough
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| Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck |