| I fell asleep with the lights on last night
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| A dream helped me see my wrongs under black light
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| I let my self esteem splash like cum on the walls
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| And fled the scene from another sad crash site
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| I probably shoulda gave more effort
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| To make more records than stray dog sessions
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| What came first the tour date or erection?
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| One more place checked off for your collection
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| Pats on the back, stud
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| Rockstar cool crashed out on the mat in the bathtub
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| Like you got harpooned
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| Gettin' fat on the rap love, drugs, Pabst and the bad blood
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| Sad but true, you pissed in your pants
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| This was your chance to give to your fans
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| A little more than the dick in your pants
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| Bet you wish that your parents didn’t see the whole charade
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| They watched you throw away the dough you made at shows you played
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| You coulda been a rap star with his own parade
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| I never meant the first black car in the motorcade
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| I fell asleep with the lights on
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| And they shined on all of my wrongs that I never got to better into bygones
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| A little bit less all night and a little more effort into my songs
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| I coulda been around when I break on through
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| And that haunts me so I haunt you
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| I never dreamed I would die young
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| Lie to me and you choke my chain
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| If I didn’t die, people wouldn’t know my name
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| I never shoulda been so thick
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| Or played the tough guy schtick if the pen don’t fit
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| By the time I learned to trust my gift and be brave
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| The beat changed on and the end closed in
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| Such is fate now that I love my skin
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| They dug my grave and I jumped right in
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| This is a mistake I’m not the next Nick Drake
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| If kids wait, I was gettin' close to my big break
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| Fans said if I’d just make one more great tape with J. J
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| I would have seen my first big payday
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| But I’m a day late, and a dollar short
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| Being away makes the fans just want it more
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| Whether you’re a martyr or you were gone before greatness
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| You become a connoisseurs favorite
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| And I don’t say it to express regret
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| For tardy payments and creditors I left with debt
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| How can I expect to rest
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| An artist anguished I haven’t made my best just yet
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| I fell asleep with the lights on
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| I fell asleep with the lights on
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| And they shined on all of my wrongs that I never got to better into bygones
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| A little bit less all night and a little more effort into my songs
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| I coulda been around when I break on through
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| And that haunts me so I haunt you
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| I never dreamed I would die young
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| Lie to me and you choke my chain
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| If I didn’t die, people wouldn’t know my name
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| I fell asleep with the lights on
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| And they shined on all of my wrongs that I never got to better into bygones
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| A little bit less all night and a little more effort into my songs
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| I coulda been around when I break on through
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| And that haunts me so I haunt you
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| I never dreamed I would die young
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| Lie to me and you choke my chain
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| If I didn’t die, people wouldn’t know my name
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| I fell asleep with the lights on
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| I never dreamed I would die young
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| I fell asleep with the lights on
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| I never dreamed I would die young |