| When I was twelve it was all fun
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| All fun and games
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| All for the thrill, the usual drill
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| That’s what it became
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| Mama says she can’t see my eyes
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| Mama says that I don’t look right
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| Mama asks me if I’m all right
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| See the doctor for some therapy
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| Says that this will get the best of me
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| Says the clinic is the place to be
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| It’s only time and chance
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| It’s only circumstance
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| Blaming me, blaming you
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| Blood on me, blood on you
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| As life rolled on, bored of it all
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| In need of escape
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| Habitually, reality
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| Was losing its shape
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| Family says I gotta give it up
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| Friends say I gotta drop the stuff
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| I can never seem to get enough
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| Hey buddy, can you spare some time
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| Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?
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| Hey buddy, can you get me high?
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| It’s only time and chance
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| It’s only circumstance
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| Blaming me, blaming you
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| Blood on me, blood on you
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| No way to cope
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| Don’t give up hope
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| As we’re losing ourselves
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| It’s only circumstance
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| Blaming me, blaming you
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| Blood on me, blood on you
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| No way to cope
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| And we’re losing ourselves
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| Don’t give up hope
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| As we’re losing ourselves |