| Tony, your life’s not over
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| But you’ve given up all you lived for
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| Put the bottle down and fix the thing you ran from
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| Do you say what you really mean?
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| Are you really how you’re perceived to be?
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| If the lights go out tomorrow, would you know?
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| I don’t wanna call your family and tell them to build a coffin
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| Because their oldest son just overdosed on pills
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| You’ve got a red glare in your eyes
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| And the sky outside your door’s a blacker blue
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| I hate to see what’s become of you
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| Tony, it’s just a stick in the spokes
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| It’s not too late for you to find your way home
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| Because your friends are still here
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| And your family’s where you left them
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| So put on a clear head and try it out for a ride
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| Because you’re better than this and you can better your life
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| You can’t choose your father
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| We’re suffering together
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| You’re getting closer to the end of your rope
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| I never thought you’d let yourself get so cold
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| But lately I’ve been thinking about the things I said to you
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| And now I need to prove that
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| I didn’t mean it when I said, that you were dead to me
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| You mean the world to me |