| Regret for every step I took
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| From Fisher Road to Hollywood
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| Feelin' bad and actin' good
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| Never was content
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| It was hostel moves and hotel rooms
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| Watch my friends promote their dooms
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| From Pontiac to Newport News
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| Nothing made much sense
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| Now I had to leave a few behind
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| When they replaced the apple wine
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| With cocaine and codeine pills
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| I knew I was done
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| And I didn’t really say goodbye
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| They’ll walk their path and I’ll walk mine
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| I will find another way
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| To tear my body down
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| I am staying here with you
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| I’ve done all I know to do
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| They say, «stand up straight and take your eyes off the wooden floor.»
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| No, I didn’t find what I was looking for
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| Still I had to go
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| From Fisher Road to Hollywood
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| Still I had to go
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| From Fisher Road to Hollywood
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| They taught some bigger words to me
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| At the university
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| Only it’s a curse to speak
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| Without some regard
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| For the one I’m talking to
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| Do I sound like a friend to you?
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| And do we even speak the same language anymore?
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| I am staying here with you
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| I’ve done all I know to do
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| They say, «stand up straight and take your eyes off the ballroom floor.»
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| Of course I didn’t find what I was looking for
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| Still I had to go
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| From Fisher Road to Hollywood
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| Still I had to go
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| From Fisher Road to Hollywood
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| Still I had to go |