| Holes in his sweater, fluid in his lungs
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| The experts say there’s things
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| He should’ve done better
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| But instead he is just dying young
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| And tired of disbelieving, sick of struggling
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| The experts busy
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| Their gloved hands are relieving
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| The symptoms of dying young
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| Yeah, he wished he was a lawyer
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| Maybe like Perry Mason
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| He would sue them 'til they are scrawny
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| Instead of lying there dying young
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| Sometimes when he’s angry
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| He has a sharp tongue
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| The experts, they just fill him full of ice cream
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| They know that he is dying young
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| Yeah, he wishes he was an actor
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| Maybe like Rock Hudson
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| Instead of just another layman
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| Lying there dying young
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| Yes, he dreamed about an angel
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| And he thought about a gun
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| The experts, they file in by the roomful
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| Watching him dying young
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| Yeah, the experts, they file in by the roomful
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| Watching him dying young |