| Neponset neighborhood landscape
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| You loomed larger than most
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| Owned scholastic and academic achievements
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| All which you did boast
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| The world was in the palm of your hand
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| When you went backdoor on school and friends
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| Drink, drugs, fighting fast lane life
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| Grew big chips on those imposing shoulders
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| Take it back Patrick
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| Where is the kid that I once knew
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| Such a young sick kid
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| Where is this lifestyle taking you
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| Look at what booze did
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| The insanity breaking you
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| Take it back Patrick
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| Put in choice dry out spots
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| But you always broke out
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| Claimed they didn’t know your reality
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| Loaded with self doubt
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| Jump back on the pain train
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| The ride will be different this time
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| Denial express closes to a stop
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| Your death, the end of the ride
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| You can claim ignorance
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| Once the reaper comes
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| Because you got told about the cure by your drink doctor
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| Go back on the bright, straighten up your life
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| To you we do implore a second shot at this tonight
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| Saw you lying there, beaten at town field
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| With an unshakeable angry frown and requisite bottle
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| That won’t happen to you, you were once the ace
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| A field’s corner kid that the booze just knocked right out of place
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| Take it back Patrick
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| Lazarus runs out of time
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| Such a young sick kid
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| Without reason or a rhyme
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| Look at what booze did
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| A family left beyond the wake
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| Take it back Patrick |