| I’m amazed at the state of misery
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| Seven grades and they paid for your sympathy
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| I watched the end of a friend and a family
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| It’s a dream, it’s a trick, it’s a tragedy
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| And the story goes, just like the eulogy
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| I put my rage in a page and it speaks to me
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| Something changed and the game doesn’t matter now
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| It doesn’t matter now
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| All the days before you die, this time I see it now I know
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| Don’t ask when and don’t ask why
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| Where can I tell the truth before I go and
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| You said
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| I’m gonna lose it
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| I think I’ll break everything and start again
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| It is my, life I see no end
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| So take it out on the streets, in the avenues
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| Play it loud like you always wanted to
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| Turn it up turn it out can’t you let it go
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| Leave your keys see the smoke on the stereo
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| All the days before you die, this time I see it now I know
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| Don’t ask when and don’t ask why
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| Where can I tell the truth before I go and
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| You said
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| I’m gonna lose it
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| I think I’ll break everything and start again
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| It is my, life I see no end
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| I see my life in clips and phrases
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| Pictures shows and written pages
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| Where does the widow go from here
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| Where can I steal a day before I’m gone away
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| You said
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| I’m gonna lose it
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| I think I’ll break everything and start again
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| It is my, life I see no end |