| You don’t understand
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| So let me be fair
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| I was drivin' in my car and
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| Suddenly a-a child was standin' there
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| It was dark on that street
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| But I can still see his face
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| And if I could right now
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| I’d surely take his place
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| So don’t tell me it’s alright
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| Don’t tell me it’s gonna be fine
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| A child is gone away
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| But he lives on inside my mind
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| Serious wreckage
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| Makin' my head swoon
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| Serious wreckage
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| Brown bag on the midnight moon
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| Serious wreckage
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| Wet, wet, bloody wet
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| One drink to remember
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| One more to forget that serious wreckage
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| He coulda changed the world
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| But look what he got
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| He coulda been everything
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| Everything that I am not
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| So I take flowers to the funeral
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| But I’ve forgotten how to grieve
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| And I struggle every night
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| With what to believe
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| Do you see, can you see his face
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| Serious wreckage
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| Makin' my head swoon
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| Serious wreckage
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| Brown bag on the midnight moon
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| Serious wreckage
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| Wet, wet, bloody wet
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| One drink to remember
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| One more to forget that serious wreckage
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| Serious wreckage
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| Makin' my head swoon
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| Serious wreckage
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| Brown bag on the midnight moon
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| Serious wreckage
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| Wet, wet, bloody wet
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| One drink to remember
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| One more to forget that serious wreckage
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| And the walking wounded carry their innocent son
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| With a heavy heart they bury their anger
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| I can stay sober one more day, yeah
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| And the walking wounded carry their innocent son
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| With a heavy heart the walking wounded celebrate his sojourn with others
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| If I take a chance and walk with them
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| I can stay sober one more day, yeah
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| So don’t tell me it’s alright
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| No, don’t tell me it’s gonna be fine
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| A child that left this world
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| Is living on inside my mind (Inside my mind)
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| (Ooh ooh, ooh ooh) |