| There was smoke in the air
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| When it came around and saw
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| He was really alone
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| Memories look like blood in the water
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| Sweeter and ugly pain
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| Just like confetti in the rain
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| He was known for his bed side manner
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| He wanted to believe
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| That people only hear what they see
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| He had a good time being the bad guy
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| He didn’t wanna understand why
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| That old song makes him cry
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| I remember when it felt like
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| We were walking with God
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| Little heaven when the sun goes down
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| Walking hand in hand down on the promenade
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| He was alone in a dark room
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| Overlooking the mall
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| With a gun in his hand
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| And no one to call
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| He was waiting for a reason
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| To fade and run
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| Just like photos in a window
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| That turn blue in the sun
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| People used to call it a breakdown
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| Now we’ve made a case to make it go away, yeah
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| People used to call it a mid-life crisis
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| He just sits there, looks at pictures of himself
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| From way back in the day
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| Remember when it felt like
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| We were walking with God
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| Getting stupid in a stolen car
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| Making love in the garage behind the promenade
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| I think I need to slow down
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| I think I need to slow my roll
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| I need to put the gun down
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| I feel so lost, I feel so out of control
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| I broke myself in pieces to make my name
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| I broke those people dumb enough to get in my way
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| Now I look in the mirror and I can’t see me
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| How can you swallow the world and still be hungry?
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| Remember when it felt like
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| We were walking with God
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| Holding hands with my dad and my mom
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| Walking in the life to see Santa on the promenade
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| (Na, na, na, na)
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| (Na, na, na, na)
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| (Na, na, na, na)
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| (Na, na, na, na, a, na, na, na)
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| Remember when it felt like
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| We were walking with God
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| Remember when it felt like
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| We were walking with God
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| Remember, remember
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| Remember when it felt like
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| We were walking with God
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| Remember when it felt like
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| We were walking with God |