| Hell, lately I’ve been living
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| Way too damn fast
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| This successful life I’m leading
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| Is bound to kick my ass
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| My gold and platinum records
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| Just pay my gold card bills
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| My whiskey drinkin' Cadillac
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| Two story house on the hill
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| But it’s hell
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| It’s hell
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| And it’s twisted
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| It’s twisted
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| Oh, nobody have mercy on me
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| Mercy on my soul
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| I lived the life of a million men
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| Buy, I ain’t even thirty years old, no
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| Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it’s time I go
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| Hell, I’ve been talking to myself
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| About leaving this smoke screen haze
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| Well, Mr. Fag let me tell you son
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| That is the price you’ve got to pay
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| But it’s hell
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| It’s hell
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| And it’s twisted
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| It’s twisted
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| Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
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| Mercy on my soul
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| I lived the lives of a million men
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| Yet, I ain’t even thirty years old, no
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| Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it’s time I go
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| I do it to myself
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| Every day every night
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| Hell
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| More hell
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| It gets twisted
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| Ooh, twisted
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| Lord, have mercy, have mercy on me
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| Mercy on my soul
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| I lived the lives of a million men
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| Yet, I ain’t even thirty years old, no
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| So, maybe, baby
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| Have mercy on me
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| Can you feel me in your soul?
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| I’ve been by your side, fourteen long years
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| And I ain’t even thirty years old, no
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| Gotta keep on, keep it on, 'til it’s time I go
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| Fuck! |