| I set my heart on fire, then I watched it blaze
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| I saw it turn to ash, wind carry it away
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| It was just another day in the life of a drunkard, retired
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| But still not acting very polite
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| Well, we all have our vices, some are here to stay
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| Some will hide in your closet, crawling back one day
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| I may be looking for pity, just a little remorse
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| I need to catch a break, stop kicking this dead horse
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| Wait and see just what we’ll be
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| Wait and see just what we’ll be
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| It’s starting to get scary, how time flies so fast
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| Why can’t we make it last?
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| When all the moments I’d love to remember end up out of site, and I just can’t
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| seem to get any back
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| I still remember my mother, my father
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| But damn, you know that shit never lasts
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| Ended up snorting shit up my nose just for fun
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| Smokey lungs. |
| It’s time I take my life back
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| Wait and see. |
| What will remain in the end?
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| It’s time to make for the great escape
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| I’m sorry I feel this way and I won’t ever look back
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| Now I’m free. |
| I’m finally where I belong
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| As we’re looking through the shattered glass, we know that we won’t last,
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| and it’s time that we let go
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| Love, you’re looking lost
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| No sparkle in your eye, I know you’re ending up like me
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| Son, I think you’re lost
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| And when I scream to God I just hope He forgives me
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| Wait and see. |
| What will remain in the end?
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| It’s time to make for the great escape
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| I’m sorry I feel this way and I won’t ever look back
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| Now I’m free. |
| I’m finally where I belong
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| As we’re looking through the shattered glass, we know that we won’t last,
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| and it’s time that we let go
|
| I set my heart on fire, then I watched it blaze
|
| I saw it turn to ash, wind carry it away
|
| It was just another day in the life of a drunkard, retired
|
| But still not acting very polite
|
| Well, we all have our vices, some are here to stay
|
| Some will hide in your closet, crawling back one day
|
| I may be looking for pity, just a little remorse
|
| I need to catch a break, stop kicking this dead horse
|
| Wait and see. |
| What will remain in the end?
|
| It’s time to make for the great escape
|
| I’m sorry I feel this way and I won’t ever look back
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| Now I’m free. |
| I’m finally where I belong
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| As we’re looking through the shattered glass, we know that we won’t last,
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| and it’s time that we let go |