| Your dreams they shine like the sun
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| Now your sun has set
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| Hey dad, grab another cigarette
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| Ashes fall like an unpaid debt
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| Come on everybody
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| Place your bets
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| In seventh grade he dug his grave
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| Trying to be cool with the cool kids, hey
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| Follow everything they say
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| You might fit in if you misbehave
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| At sixteen, he promised he’d be clean
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| He didn’t then but you shouldn’t leave
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| You do not deserve this
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| Hey Mr. Wilmington
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| Yeah I heard about your son
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| It’s hard enough to hide your scars
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| Small town USA
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| Sweet Mr. Wilmington
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| Yeah I read about your son
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| Don’t blame yourself
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| You raised him right
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| Remember that when you can’t sleep at night
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| At 21 you found his gun
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| Hey dad it’s just begun
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| The ties that bind they come undone
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| Come on everybody just for fun
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| At 24 you find him on the floor
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| Decadence was all he wore
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| You do not deserve this
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| Hey Mr. Wilmington
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| Yeah I heard about your son
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| It’s hard enough to hide your scars
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| Small town usa
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| Sweet Mr. Wilmington
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| Yeah I read about your son
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| Don’t blame yourself
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| You raised him right
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| Remember that when you can’t sleep at night
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| And na na na na na
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| Na na na na na
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| Na na na na na
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| Na na na na na
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| At the funeral
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| Read his eulogy
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| Insincere apologies
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| You do not deserve this
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| The press and papers all decide
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| Hey, just another suicide
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| You do not deserve this
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| Hey Mr. Wilmington
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| Yeah I heard about your son
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| It’s hard enough to hide your scars
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| Small town USA
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| Sweet Mr. Wilmington
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| Yeah I read about your son
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| Don’t blame yourself
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| You raised him right
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| Remember that when you can’t sleep at night
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| And na na na na na
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| Na na na na na
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| Na na na na na
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| Na na na na
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| Remember that when you can’t sleep at night
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| Remember that when you can’t sleep at night
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| Remember that when you can’t sleep at night
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| Remember that when you can’t sleep at night |