| When I think back on this life
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| I guess we were doing the best we could
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| And to look at us from the outside
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| I’m sure it seems somewhat romantic
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| But when you’ve tasted excess
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| Everything else tastes bland
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| Yeah, we had everything to lose
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| But we still lived like we were about to die
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| After all, we were the drug scouts of america
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| I’ve begun evaporating
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| Right before your eyes
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| I just keep regurgitating
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| My own demise
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| I miss today I miss the past
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| I miss my veins 'cause they’ve collapsed
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| A simple thought occurs to me
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| I’m face down on the tracks
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| The train is coming fast
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| And it’s not derailing
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| It’s not the first time
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| And this won’t be the last
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| That my heart is failing
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| As the blood is rushing
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| To my head
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| And from my wrists
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| I’m in love with all the things I know I should resist
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| And all the times you said to me
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| Your falling down ones destiny
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| A simple thought occurs to me
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| I’m face down on the tracks
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| The train is coming fast
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| And you’re right there waiting
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| It’s not the first time
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| And this won’t be the last
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| That my heart is failing
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| Like I was saying
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| The look in the eyes of death
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| Was intoxicating
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| Taking it into our lungs
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| Laughing at ourselves
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| Where others would probably cry
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| And more importantly
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| I’m proud of this guy
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| Staring face to face with the demons
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| And not back down
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| Takes a constitution that most people just don’t have
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| A life gets soiled with sex, drugs and rock and roll
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| I’m face down on the tracks
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| The train is coming fast
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| And it’s not derailing
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| It’s not the first time
|
| And this won’t be the last
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| That my heart is failing
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| I’m face down on the tracks
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| The train is coming fast
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| And you’re right there waiting
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| It’s not the first time
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| And this won’t be the last
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| That my heart is failing |