| So, what am I to do
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| In this fucked up place?
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| Where I get no peace
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| And I can’t be safe
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| And I can’t talk to God
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| Says I can’t be saved
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| Says the weak don’t die young
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| And the weak don’t die
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| Fake girls go and buy their love
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| From fake boys who ran out of drugs
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| Says the weak don’t die young
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| And the weak don’t die young
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| White god crawls inside her nose
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| Head down like she’s seen a ghost
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| Says the weak don’t die young
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| And the weak don’t die young
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| So, what am I to do
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| In this fucked up place?
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| Where my hearts in two
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| And my mind’s enslaved
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| By a phony God
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| Says I can’t be saved
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| Says the weak don’t die young
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| And the weak don’t die
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| Fake girls go and buy their love
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| From fake boys who ran out of drugs
|
| Says the weak don’t die young
|
| And the weak don’t die young
|
| White god crawls inside her nose
|
| Head down like she’s seen a ghost
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| And the weak don’t die young
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| Yeah, the weak don’t die
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| There’ll be heaven on the coast
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| For the most high, for the most high
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| And I don’t wanna be alone
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| So I’m always high, so I’m always high
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| So, what am I to do
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| In this fucked up place?
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| Where I get no peace
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| And I can’t be safe
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| And I can’t talk to God
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| Says I can’t be saved
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| Says the weak don’t die young
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| And the weak don’t die young
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| All the fake girls go and buy their love
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| From fake boys who ran out of drugs
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| And the weak don’t die young
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| No, the weak don’t die young
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| White god crawls inside her nose
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| Head down like she’s seen a ghost
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| No, the weak don’t die young
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| No, the weak don’t die at all
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| And everybody ought to know this love |