| There’s nothing funny about you slipping away
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| It’s nothing funny how you’re spending your days
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| But you’re laughing like a kid at a carnival
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| I watched you stumbling around this dusty town
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| I heard your bottle talking way too loud
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| As the Federales tried to hunt you down
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| For something you can’t remember what was about
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| The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off
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| He’s a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore
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| I used to watch you on the late night scene
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| The timely rescue of a metal teen
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| Six strings were strumming rhythm and lead
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| And that hadn’t occurred to me
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| When I met you I was 22
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| Trying so hard to play it cool
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| But there was so much that I needed to say
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| And nothing came out the right way
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| The curtain falls to applause and the band plays you off
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| He’s a superhero growing bored with no one to save anymore
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| There’s nothing elegant about being a drunk
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| It’s nothing righteous about being 60 and punk
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| But when you’re looking in the mirror do you see
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| That kid you used to be
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| Broke and working in a record store
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| Daydreaming about the upcoming tour
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| Were you happier when you poor |