| An old man, warned me, be cautious, be weary
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| For dreams may, make you, alike me, they may break you
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| He reached to the shelf with a pause of regret
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| And his lips met the glass that helps him forget
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| Bourbon will block, his burden and blame
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| Though tomorrow will come and he’ll still be the same
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| Broken, lonely, twisted man
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| And vision he said
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| It will lure you, obsess you, then undress you
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| And you’ll live for life, only chance can decide
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| You’ll f*ck all the pleasures, that life could provide
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| Now don’t mock the masses, for their comfortable cars
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| Coz it’s those who will judge you, it’s those who will (?)
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| But it’s tragic, that some may end this way
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| Its tragic, that some may end this way
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| Hey
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| Come on
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| Outside a young boy, chases Rain drops
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| Intrigue fills him as he’s laughing he’s smiling
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| But he’s clipped round the ear, by his miserable mum
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| He’s told to behave, Life’s not meant to be fun
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| She’s drowning his heart, with society’s mark
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| Where there’s no room for dreams cause it’s safer like that
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| But it’s tragic, that some may end this way
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| Its tragic, that some could end this way
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| It’s tragic that some may end this way-ay
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| Its so tragic that we could end this way
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| Huh
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| Note- Some lyrics may be incorrect, as these lyrics are nowhere else on the
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| internet, I had to listen to the song so please bear with me |