| When it all comes down
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| There’ll be nothing left to catch you but ground
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| It’s calling your name and filling your head
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| With delusions of glory
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| Is that how you’re gonna write your story?
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| Down in your time as a high-flying flame out?
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| Sucking on what’s left of your trust fund?
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| Sucking on the end of a shot gun?
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| But there’s more here than meets the eye
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| The real story is under the surface
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| We’re all so in love with the artifice
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| We don’t dare look too close
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| Watch out, Eugene, you don’t make things worse
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| Wild dreams come true, what to do then?
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| Confusion and glory
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| A man’s got to think it all through
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| Got to do what you got to do
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| It’s itching to conquer and take you
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| Itching to make a mistake out of you
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| It’s a blessing and a curse
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| I wish it didn’t hurt so much
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| I wish it didn’t hurt so much
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| I wish it didn’t hurt so much |