| I can remember when
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| There were times I thought we’d never eat again
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| And salvation was our drinking
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| Things were different then
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| It was five of us against the world but then
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| The world sure seemed much smaller
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| Broken down, down and out
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| Out of gas, out of food, without a doubt
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| Broken up, up in arms
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| Armed to the teeth with ways to kill the pain
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| I was around back when we would fight each other for a couch or bed
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| Though we’d never end up sleeping
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| We could rely on friends through the good, the bad, the ugly times that
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| We spent together when we were
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| Stealing our daily bread, naming vans until they all became our friends
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| At least until they left us
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| Broken down, down and out
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| Out of gas, out of food, without a doubt
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| Broken up, up in arms
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| Armed to the teeth with ways to kill the pain
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| I wouldn’t trade these drunken days to be like you
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| And say «I willll be safe, I’m just waiting for
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| Waiting for life to start.»
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| You can hate what we create
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| But we’ll be standing here when everything falls apart
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| Broken down, down and out
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| Out of gas, out of food, without a doubt
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| Broken up, up in arms
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| Armed to the teeth with ways to kill the pain |