| Right before the aftermath, I saw where it would end
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| They said it was an accident, I guess that all depends
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| On who you talk to and who you know
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| And where you come from and where… where you go (where you go)
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| In your crowd of pushers and users
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| Takers and losers
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| Beggars and— beggars and—
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| Beggars and choosers
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| Your childhood days are over as you stuff your shirt and say
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| «Made a choice and wrong or right, it’s this way I will stay»
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| You’ll sell it to your children, you’ll sell it to your wife
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| Buying is your business, and selling, it’s your life
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| It’s your life
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| In your crowd of pushers and users
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| Takers and losers
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| Beggars and— beggars and—
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| Beggars and choosers
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| The vultures are all circling around your window now
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| Scavengers, evangalists will get to you somehow
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| Your mother and your ex-best friend, letters that you never send
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| Your illegitimate children are coming for you now
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| They’re always tracking you down, it’s looking like a showdown
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| Between revenge and the ends you can’t defend
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| Can you try to imagine, a story that has no end?
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| I think you’d better steal it while you still understand it
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| Sell it to one of your friends |