| Everyone’s a shooting star
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| We all will make it to the end
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| The only new beginning is
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| The one I spend with all my friends
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| The trees, the water, mighty sun
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| The sea, the battle, poison field
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| All become the reason
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| For the shadow I know is real
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| Growing up is tough as nails
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| I hope a giant gust of wind
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| Rushes up against the sails
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| And pulls us all in by our chin
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| Whichever way I look at it
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| Beautiful, tragic
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| Part of it’s on purpose?
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| But it’s usually an accident
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| Funeral to first breath
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| Destiny’s choice
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| Hardly enough
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| But enough to make sense of it boy
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| One foot in and one foot out
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| Imma shake it till I see the sharks and then I will be out
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| But there’s no kidding, life’s hard
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| Especially when you go swimming with no lifeguard
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| Tomorrow Imma go get it, today I’m gonna sit
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| Till I get in my car and drive myself sick
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| Imma go, go, fix it up
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| Imma go go go Imma fix it up
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| Imma giddy giddyup, Imma fix it up
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| Imma go go-getter, Imma fix it up
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| Imma giddy giddyup, Imma fix it up
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| Imma, Imma
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| Compare myself to my father and what is it I find?
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| I find that he works hard and most of the time, so do I
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| He can build a house and I can build a song that
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| Under one roof we can sing with my mom, bet
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| Watch a young girl eat a big piece of pork
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| Whether she hasn’t ate for days or just the night before
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| It truly doesn’t matter. |
| It makes me want to puke
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| Like a fast food platter with the ten o’clock news
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| These people lost. |
| These people won
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| This country gave that country a gun
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| I’m sorry to say it, I have to admit
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| I wish I lived in Europe where no one gets sick
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| Maybe it’s a myth, so forgive me if it is
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| But from what I heard it’s a great place to raise your kids
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| Then I should leave, right? |
| I know, Don’t worry, I will
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| As soon as we fight cold snow flurries and chills
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| Up a spineless fix the machine, blinded, trying to swim up this stream
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| Remind us that we’re dying trying to live the dream
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| The score is zero/ zero, no side’s the winning team
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| And I’m proud to be an American
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| Where at least I know I’m me
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| Where the magazines and TV screens
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| Tell me who to be
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| And I’m proud to be an American
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| Where at least I know I’m safe
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| From Oxycontin, Adderall
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| Klonopin, ecstasy and crank
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| And I’m proud to be an American
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| Where at least I know I’m free
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| Where most of my time is spent trying to find
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| The best time for me to leave |