| Another drive, the whip to Pasadena
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| Paradise that we’ll be passing over
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| Man, I told you I won’t let you down
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| Keep at it 'til the break of dawn
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| A million lies heavy on the shoulders
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| We’re piss drunk now and only getting older
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| But music shouldn’t let you down
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| The music shouldn’t let you down
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| Took a curve at 60 miles an hour
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| Flipped once, fell 1,300 feet down
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| Ended in a Cali ditch
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| You couldn’t make up this shit
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| Popped the door with my broken right arm
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| Days passed and the sun was going all down
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| I woke up in a stranger’s bed
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| Picture frames with my face in them
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| With no name except the one that they gave me
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| Years passed and those memories are fading
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| My momma said I would grow up to be a risk taker
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| But I fucked around and got addicted to a drug maker
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| Exit light, enter night
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| Take my hand
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| We’re off to never never land
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| You can kill me but you can’t take my mojo
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| I’m fucking punk rock
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| Are you still pushing emo?
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| I know you think it’s all been done before
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| And you can sue me if your name’s Lars Ulrich |
| We’re all dead now
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| This is radio static
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| I know you think it’s all been done before
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| Crumpled up a paper leaf
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| Let’s skip town
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| I built a copier machine to burn it all down
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| Many lessons to ignore before I dip out
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| There’s a god inside of all of us, but mine is loud
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| Plaga-wrote the lottery and let the man down
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| Shot to shit but finally free to let it all out
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| And there is nothing in the world I’d rather sing about
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| Than dying silent on a highway in a devil town |