| The dad he was fifty, the kid was nine years old
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| He stood their like a miracle, with the kid’s heart in his hold
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| I think I might be dying, at least that’s what I’m told
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| Inside kid is crying, for the dream has just been sold
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| I’m only nine, I’m already feeling the strain
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| It seems everyone’s dying or curling up in pain
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| Well it’s just a losers game, dad
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| It’s just a loser’s game
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| Oh come try and catch me, oh catch me if you can
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| I’ll be the first to miss the grip of your hairless bony hands
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| Well people run for shopping malls but you’re waiting in the sky
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| Oh which consumer will you crush and which will you let back
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| I’m only nine, I’m already feeling the strain
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| It seems everyone’s dying or curling up in pain
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| Well it’s just a losers game, dad
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| It’s just a loser’s game
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| Oh, put the sun in the back of this vehicle
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| Remember the sun, where the beach boys were playing
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| Run for the sun
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| Oh dad, ain’t it sad, that we’re on this road to nowhere?
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| Oh dad, ain’t it sad, that we’re on this road to nowhere?
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| Oh dad, ain’t it sad, that we’re on this road to nowhere?
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| Nowhere I know
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| I’m only nine, I’m already feeling the strain
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| It seems everyone’s dying or curling up in pain
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| Well it’s just a losers game, dad
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| It’s just a loser’s game |