| Now once upon a time
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| In this village of the damned
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| I took my shot at greatness
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| And the goddamn gun was jammed
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| So I’m in a drunken state
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| 'Cause I can’t take life straight
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| And if I dull my eyes enough
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| The brightness fades
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| I left my heart in San Francisco
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| And my brain in Los Angeles
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| My heart just made me bitter
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| And my brain just made me dangerous
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| I don’t miss either one
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| But I look into the sun
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| And I’d give anything
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| For one good pair of shades
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| The world is a wasteland
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| From Green Bay to Graceland
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| There’s no one fit
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| To lead the human race
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| And you all know what we are
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| The throwbacks, the retards
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| The ever growing face of human waste
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| I first fell off the wagon
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| On the open road to nowhere
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| And I guess I’d still be draggin'
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| If I thought that I could go there
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| And return to sing this song
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| But I knew all along
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| It’s a one-way trip
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| And I can’t pay the fare
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| All my heroes are gone
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| And their figures cast in lead
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| From the fountains at their feet
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| To the bird shit on their head
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| As they lay six feet under
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| Did they die for me
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| Or did they even care? |