| Quick, it’s almost six and I’m running dry
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| It’s time for my fix, I might die
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| I’ve got a paycheck, what’s next?
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| Hanging out the window, killing this Friday night (What?)
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| This is where we come alive (Whoa-oh)
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| It’s our time
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| This is where we cross the line (Whoa-oh)
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| It’s our time
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| So we lose control
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| Young blood, we never get old
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| They say the good die young
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| But we’re holding on
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| No, it’s not over 'til we say it’s done
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| They say the good die young
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| But we’re holding on 'til our heartbeat stops
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| Dropped dead but still calling the shots
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| This is where we come alive
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| This is where we cross the line
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| All our trials and tribulations call for a night of pure celebration
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| Can’t hold in one place
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| Lead by city lights
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| All about that fast life
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| So we lose control
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| Young blood, we never get old
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| They say the good die young
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| But we’re holding on
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| No, it’s not over 'til we say it’s done
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| They say the good die young
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| But we’re holding on 'til our heartbeat stops
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| Dropped dead but still calling the shots
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| Oh so bittersweet
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| Embrace the chaos
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| The conflict within me
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| Maybe I’m not okay
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| Avoiding answers
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| Sinking deeper and deeper
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| Still threading the needle
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| Torn between right and necessary evil
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| If balance is the key, don’t tip the scales
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| OTB never bails
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| This is where we come alive (Whoa-oh)
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| It’s our time
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| This is where we cross the line (Whoa-oh)
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| It’s our time
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| They say the good die young
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| But we’re holding on
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| No, it’s not over 'til we say it’s done
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| They say the good die young
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| But we’re holding on 'til our heartbeat stops
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| Dropped dead but still calling the shots |