| Broken friendships commited rivals
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| Don’t believe in those hyped-up idols
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| Those messed up thoughts are not your own
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| Someone shared with you, and some are going alone
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| Why look mama now that your boy is grown
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| You swear your thoughts are not your own
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| One day you’re walking around
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| The next day you’re nowhere to be found
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| Now you’re buried six feet under ground
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| Tribute the past, live a life of no regret
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| Repair the mast, the sail is true and holds us fast
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| And it’s good to have life goals
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| And it’s good to have life goals
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| Failed to notice way off course
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| Made the freight run despite the bad discourse
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| All the way to hell, like a tour de force
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| One day you’re walking around
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| The next day you’re nowhere to be found
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| Failed to keep it undercover
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| One day you’re walking around
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| The next day you’re nowhere to be found
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| Now you’re buried six feet under ground
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| A bridge to nowhere
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| Still takes you somewhere
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| But you never know
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| Until you get there
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| Raise up the bar, looking back with no regret
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| Death knows how close, that’s a life that most don’t get
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| But it’s good to have life goals
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| It’s good to have life goals |