| Turn back the clock to how I came to be
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| A kid with a dream who’s so angry
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| A loner on guitar and skipping out on class
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| And teachers keep telling me that I won’t last
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| Half-past eight and I’m about to break
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| Doctor’s keep saying it’s my A.D.D
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| (Straight F’s on your card)
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| Yeah, that means «Fuck you!»
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| Saying I’m crazy and to drop the rockstar
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| Dream and be a good doctor «I'd make a good doc»
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| Maybe I could make a good lawyer somehow
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| It’s like I’m falling fast straight through the glass
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| The pills they tend to never last oh no
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| I’m starting to let go
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| Seeing black when I react
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| My head’s wrapped up, no turning back I know
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| I’m like an overdose
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| Little taste of fame and groupies everywhere
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| Left my old band 'cause my heart wasn’t there
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| (Bro you’re making a mistake — Did he really cut his hair?)
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| They’re calling me crazy and I really don’t give a shi-
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| Someone call a good doctor «Is there a good doc?»
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| Probably time to find a good Lawyer right now
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| It’s like I’m falling fast straight through the glass
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| The pills they tend to never last oh no
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| I’m starting to let go
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| Seeing black when I react
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| My head’s wrapped up, no turning back I know
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| I’m like an overdose
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| The pills go down, the sun comes up
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| I’m never giving up
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| The same old fashion with new passion
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| I’m never growing up
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| It’s like I’m falling fast straight through the glass
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| The pills they tend to never last oh no
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| I’m starting to let go
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| Seeing black when I react
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| My head’s wrapped up, no turning back I know
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| I’m like an overdose |