| You know I hate to tell you that you’re looking rough
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| Or how to live your life
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| But all that paint and powder just won’t cover it up
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| And you can’t hide from time and tide
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| All that makeup on your face
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| Can’t hide the fact you’ve been up for days
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| You better die on impact baby, when you fall from grace
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| Living that way, you better hope you die young
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| Living that way
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| Oh baby how many years to come?
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| When there’s lines upon your face
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| And your body shows it age
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| Will you live out all your days with the damage you’ve done?
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| Yeah, living that way you better hope you die young
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| Well you can live your whole life just like there’s no tomorrow
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| But baby it’s a fact
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| That all them all nighters are all just time you borrowed
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| And someday you’ll have to pay them back
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| Them haggard old bar flies that look like hell
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| Live like you and I, but then they’re gonna tell
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| Is that the kind of life you see before you say
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| I’m living that way you better hope you die young
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| Living that way
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| Oh baby how many years to come?
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| When there’s lines upon your face
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| And them tattoos start to fade
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| Will you live out all your days with the damage you’ve done?
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| Cause living that way you better hope you die young
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| Living that way you better hope you die young
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| Living that way
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| Oh baby how many years to come?
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| When there’s lines upon your face
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| And your body shows it age
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| Will you live out all your days with the damage you’ve done?
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| Yeah, living that way you better hope you die young
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| Hey living that way you better hope you die young |