| Like a fly to a spider, you’re under the spell
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| It’s the game and the liar, for those who toll the bell
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| You’re more than just a name, you fight for the right
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| Like a moth to a flame, you see the bait you bite
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| You’re restless and wild and walkin’the line
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| You’re not just another pretty face
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| Need an answer fast and you’re runnin’out of time
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| And the night goes on for days
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| Young and wasted — ooh yeah, ooh yeah — young and wasted
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| You been branded by the iron, you been cut by the knife
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| There’s a monkey on your back runnin’up and down your spine
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| Up and down your spine
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| You hunger for the fire and run with the pack
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| But you know damn well there ain’t no turnin’back
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| Ain’t no turnin’back, no no You’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t
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| You laugh in the face of the fates
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| Fallen angels spread their wings, so you cross the gates of hate
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| Young and wasted — I can almost taste it, I can almost taste it Young and wasted — ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
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| You’re damned if you do and you’re damned if you don’t
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| You laugh in the face of the fates
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| Fallen angels spread their wings, so let the heaven say
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| Young and wasted, young and wasted
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| Young and wasted — I can almost taste it, I can almost taste it Young and wasted (repeats out) |