| Thought we were bulletproof
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| Smoking your older brother’s cigarettes
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| Just two country boys
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| Man, we never should have pulled into that driveway
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| But I still hear the blackbirds
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| Singing in the branches above
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| I see the smoke
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| Rising out of my father’s gun
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| I smelled the fear in your heart
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| When you left me alone
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| On Kelly Road, singing
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| All that I want is to be young again
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| Father, forgive me for all my sins
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| I used to fantasize
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| Cracking his skull open wide
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| I’d paint the walls with his blood
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| Oh, how he’d scream
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| I wish you never would have pulled into that driveway
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| But I think I just saw
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| The devil in my old man’s eyes
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| Like a demon he cries
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| «It's time to get inside»
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| Guess that explains the bruises
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| You see from time to time
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| All that I want is to be young again
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| Father, forgive me for all my sins
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| All that I want is to be young again
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| Oh, we were renegades
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| Renegades, renegades
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| We had gasoline for blood
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| We’re all just kids in our parents' clothes
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| Holding each other, half-drunk, trying to figure it out
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| We’re all just kids in our parents' clothes
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| On our knees, singing, «Jesus, won’t you carry me»
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| Brother, you’re all I’ll ever need
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| For you, I’d let them tear the flesh right off of these
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| White bones if it’s what you needed
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| What you needed
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| What you needed
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| Oh
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| What you needed
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| Oh
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| All that I want is to be young again
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| Father, forgive me for all my sins
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| All that I want is to be young again
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| Oh, we were renegades
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| Renegades, renegades
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| We had gasoline for blood
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| Oh
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| Thought we were bulletproof |