| He didnt fit in, he always felt rejected.
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| His father him him and made him feel infected.
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| He got a bottle it seemed to take the pain away.
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| Only 15, but he didnt know any other way.
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| Always searchin, never felt like he belonged.
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| Always hurtin, always told that he was wrong.
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| He left home, the streets looked safer.
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| All alone, except a court of Schaffer.
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| All alone, with no where to go.
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| He feels at home at the punk rock show.
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| And when hes hangin out with his crew.
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| Livin on the streets of Miami.
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| Hed rather die than go home to his family.
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| Thats what he’ll do.
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| He doesnt want you pity.
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| Miami can be a cruel city.
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| Hes always ready for a fight.
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| He doesnt want you sorrow.
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| Dont wanna think about tomorrow.
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| He only wants to make it through the night. |