| Every second closer to the edge
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| Die young ya live fast
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| I’m like a car crash you can’t ignore
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| I’m medicated, mostly hated
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| A bastard with a razor tongue
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| Oh well, I’ll cheers to those
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| Who live like they’re bones exposed
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| Let’s go down in flames
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| I’m fallen in and out of sanity
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| I’m not okay
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| Give me something strong to kill this pain
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| (Whoa…) The deadly life styles got me hostile
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| Down in flames
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| I’m fallen in and out of sanity
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| I’m whisky stained and low class, fill another tall glass
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| Nevr gave a damn about impressing you
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| Play it nice, bar fights, I know first hand
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| While laughing at counterfeit Rock 'n' Roll bands
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| I sit back and watch as they tremble
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| It must be hard to live in that disguise
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| I’m the true thing that you resemble
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| So keep tryin', so forcified
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| Down in flames
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| I’m fallen in and out of sanity
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| I’m not okay
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| Give me something strong to kill this pain
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| (Whoa…) The deadly life styles got me hostile
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| Down in flames
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| I’m fallin' in and out of sanity
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| The time has come and now I see
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| You wear a mask of who you want to be, no! |
| No!
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| I’m not fooled anymore
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| It l’ll come when they all see
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| You avoid originality, yeah
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| Let’s go down in flames
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| I’m fallen in and out of sanity
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| I’m not okay
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| Give me something strong to kill this pain
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| (Whoa…) The deadly life styles got me hostile
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| Down in flames
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| I’m fallen in and out of sanity |