| What’s that sound in the parking lot? |
| Someone’s getting sick
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| But the beards just gather round to snap another picture of his dick
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| Around the corner there’s a party with a million pretty girls
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| Black and blue, tattooed and bruised, weary with the world
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| This hard life is running at full steam
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| Come on everyone and live the high life with me
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| I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep
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| Tonight is the march of the meek
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| I feel the sparks on my teeth and in my veins
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| Summers spent in basements and smoking in the rain
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| Number fifteen and Anthony, when will I see you again?
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| When is the next time we can raise our voices with our friends?
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| If I promise just to love you, promise you’ll always change
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| It’s more than a blackout or remembering names
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| This hard life is running at full steam
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| Come on everyone and live the high life with me
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| I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep
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| Tonight is the march of the meek
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| The ships and parades fade into dull grays
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| And everything ends way too soon
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| And up there the angels have been talking and you’d best believe what you
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| always knew
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| Their words are all true, no one is waiting for you
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| This hard life is running at full steam
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| Come on everyone and live the high life with me
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| I’m not gonna stop until the devil falls asleep or Jesus gives me back my keys
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| Tonight is the march of the meek
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| Stand up and be counted
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| If you can’t live without it |