| louie’s living with a fire in his blood
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| and it burns like a mother fucker
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| I’ve picked him up off the ground when his
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| cells were down and now its getting
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| tougher to stay motivated when the ends
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| in sight and the world keeps draging you
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| down everyday is another fight things
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| aren’t the same cause he’s not around
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| sometimes life is like a circle pit you keep
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| running round and round and sometimes
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| you just fall down and fall flat on the
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| ground sometimes life is like a pile of shit
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| but one thing that stays the same is the
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| mayhem and the pain that keeps running through
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| my veins I watched my friend Greg slip away
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| with a bump and a bottle I watched him decay
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| I could have tried to stop him yesterday now his ashes
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| are floating in Biscayne Bay and I listen to the
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| music we made everytime his face starts
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| to fade apart of me died in the van that day
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| on tour I missed his funeral by just one day |