| Set 'em up for the dead end kids
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| The young and the restless, the kin
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| And all of the houses that they grew up in
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| Are now gone
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| She used to know me by name
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| Like a child she would dance in the rain
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| But now she just drinks cocaine because she can
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| And I never thought I’d see the day
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| When all of the paintings went gray
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| Like the flowers that lay on the graves
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| Of the ones who die young
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| Shed a tear for the ones who would hope
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| To hang you with the shortest of rope
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| Just as quick as they judge, they go to find the next
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| See these breaks in the stones when they crack
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| Reminds you of all that you lack
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| And your best friends will just turn their backs
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| Because they can
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| And I never thought I’d see the day
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| When all of the paintings went gray
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| Like the flowers that lay on the graves
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| Of the ones who die young
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| Say a prayer for the ones like you
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| Who are simple and honest and true
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| When we spoke last night well you knew
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| But you never showed
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| And I know you ain’t one to complain
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| If you keep it hid, it would drive you insane
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| It’s just so hard when there’s no one to blame
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| For the fall
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| Yeah, and wishing can’t make it so;
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| If it could well I hope that you know
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| I would run through the fire and snow
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| To bring you back
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| And I never thought I’d see the day
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| When all of the paintings went gray
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| Like the flowers that lay on the graves
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| Of the ones who die young |