| He’s my friend but he’s no friend to me
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| Ask him why and he’ll tell you casually
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| Washed up, bitter, broke and busted
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| Backstabbed everyone he trusted
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| Says he sees what no one else can see
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| And if I had half his guts I’d want it
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| To chase that fatalistic comet
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| And die young in the dark — that’s poetry
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| But it was not to be
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| It was not for me
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| He’s always sad but I’ve never seen him cry
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| When he comes to sure he’ll apologize
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| Find his car assess the damage
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| Still drunk but he likes a challenge
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| Holds onto his mind just like a kite
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| But a good strong wind will keep you honest
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| Fill you with some common knowledge
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| Things when we were young we never tried
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| Just figured we had time with such a long life
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| Money clips and alligator shoes
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| One more dance and he’s in that champagne room
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| Where she moves like a chocolate fountain
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| Pouring, spilling all around him
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| Makes him wonder what else she could do
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| How bittersweet is love’s illusion
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| Feelings that cannot be proven
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| Trust me you’ll see my aim is true
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| I did this all for you
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| I’ve suffered long for you
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| So many times he tried to play it straight
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| Worked and worked until his body ached
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| But a brand new life can lose its luster
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| Troubles tend to find each other
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| Call it luck or you can call it fate
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| But either way it’s how it happened
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| Not the life that you imagined
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| So just go out with a bang like Hemingway
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| Some will say you’re brave
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| Some will say you ain’t |