| He lives, in a loveless house
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| Daddy was a drinker, he became a drinker in time
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| Passed me by oh, young and reckless part of me
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| I’m not dreaming of forever, just some things I’ll never be
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| Oh, calm my ghost, I don’t need this now, oh not yet
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| Bring your wrecking crew, leave this town, alive or dead
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| My saint with his crooked spine
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| On a 77 bus route like some page folded in time
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| Underlined and undersort we bought more than we should
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| In my defense was ignorance like every loser says
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| Oh he lived in a gutless house
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| Built brick by brick by the mistakes of someone else
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| Cage me now in your piety
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| I’m not saying it’s not my weakness but you see the worst in me
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| Oh, calm my ghost, I don’t need this now, oh not yet
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| Bring your wrecking crew, leave this town, alive or dead
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| He lived in a loveless house
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| Mother was a victim, he became the victim in time
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| Passed me by oh, young and reckless part of me
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| I’m not dreaming of forever, just some things you said of me
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| Oh, calm my ghost, I don’t need this now, oh not yet
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| Bring your wrecking crew, leave this town, alive or dead
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| Calm my ghost
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| Bring your wrecking crew, leave this town, alive or dead |