| Stepped out the door 2am yesterday
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| Me and my friend keeping the night aflame
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| And as we’re walking in the clear lamp light
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| Two guys come and take him out of sight
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| 'Fore I know what’s what
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| They hit him hard, he doubles up
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| They take his money and they run
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| And all I can do is watch them go
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| His hands are round his nose
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| His blood is on his clothes
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| What doesn’t kill ya? |
| what doesn’t hurt?
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| Sometimes you feel, you’re up against the world
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| What doesn’t kill ya? |
| what doesn’t break?
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| This life, it seems, can bring you to your knees
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| You try, you bleed, then finally you breathe
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| She was the dream that kept me up at night
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| I couldn’t face the world without her eyes
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| I never knew until she disappeared
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| My life would be a bunch of souvenirs
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| 'Fore I knew what’s what, it hits her hard
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| She doubles up, she packs her bag
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| And then she runs
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| And all I can do is watch her go
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| I’ve lost all I own |