| He likes to act like he’s all grown up
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| He wanted to grow up to be
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| An actor, but he never told anybody
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| He likes to spill all of his guts
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| On the top of a well stocked bar
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| And then swallow them bit by bit
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| Remembering every scar
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| It’s a valid reason for every drink
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| And a new tattoo is a new reason to think
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| He likes to pretend that he’s all sewn up
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| It makes for a much stronger case
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| But there is blood underneath that skin
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| That scar is not so easy to erase
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| He walks with a glass cane now, he’s careful
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| When holding his body up straight
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| Can’t go outside anymore when it’s raining
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| Can’t smash up that beautiful face
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| Another innocent girl just made his list
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| That self pity shit is just too hard too resist
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| Yeah, when we get home, you’ll see
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| That this part of him is now part of me
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| He likes to act like he’s all grown up
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| He wanted to grow up to be
|
| An actor, but he never told anybody
|
| He likes to spill all of his guts
|
| On the top of a well stocked bar
|
| And then swallow them bit by bit
|
| Remembering every scar
|
| It’s a valid reason for stronger drinks
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| And a new tattoo is a new reason to think
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| Yeah, when we get home, you’ll see
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| That this part of him is controlling me
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| And it’s way too easy to fake this smile
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| And lead you on
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| Maybe I’m wrong
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| Everyone gets bored once in awhile |