| No books about my decadence
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| No fables to remember this
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| I think about it all the time and realize it’s vain
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| I feel like gasoline tonight
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| Don’t stand so close, you might catch fire
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| I can’t be honest all the time, I can’t be honest all the time
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| Life is full of promises and prophecies
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| Life has made me famous on my knees
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| And everywhere there’s amateurs and enemies
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| Everywhere there’s everyone but me
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| She said you’ll be fine
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| I promise that I’ll leave on the light
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| What are you afraid of
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| What are you afraid of
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| I advertise my memories, lo and behold humanity
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| I condescend your sympathy; |
| can’t understand my pain
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| I can only hope this melody will scream across like clarity
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| I can’t be honest all the time, I cant be honest all the time
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| People say the army’s got a home for me
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| To find myself out of this rut
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| And maybe greatness isn’t in my destiny
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| 'Sides people say a lot of things, so what
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| She said you’ll be fine
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| I promise that I’ll leave on the light
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| What are you afraid of
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| What are you afraid of
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| That alcohol is heavier than lead
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| And Hunter S. Thompson is dead
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| She said you’ll never have enough
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| 'Til the day that you wake up
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| And everything is gone
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| Oh everything is gone
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| I advertise my memories, lo an behold humanity
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| I condescend your sympathy; |
| can’t understand my pain
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| I can only hope this melody will scream across like clarity
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| I can’t be honest all the time, I can’t be honest all the time
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| You’ll be fine
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| I promise that I’ll leave on the light
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| What are you afraid of
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| What are you afraid of
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| That alcohol is heavier than lead
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| And Hunter S. Thompson is dead
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| She said you’ll never have enough
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| 'Til the day that you wake up
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| And everything is gone
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| And everything is gone |