| You’re always on the edge,
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| but you can never find a thrill
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| Fame and fortune’s left you hungry still
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| You win young innocence with sly seduction
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| Indulgence paves the road to your destruction
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| What do you believe in and why do they believe in you?
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| You got a bad reputation,
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| you’re a wild sensation
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| Your ego’s on the front line
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| and your pride’s on stage
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| You got a bad reputation with no hesitation
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| Will you take the young ones with you
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| on your way down to the grave?
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| You’re walking a thin line,
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| but you take no advice
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| You got all the answers,
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| you don’t need no compromise
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| You sure convinced us all
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| that you’re a world class sinner
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| You’re running in a race,
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| where there’s never any winners
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| What do you believe in and what do people see in you?
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| Ain’t nothing new about what you’re going through, no It’s the same old theme, of the bad boy scene
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| You’re in control, but your hands aren’t on the wheel
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| I bet we’ll see you at the crossroads trying to make a deal!
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| But that ain’t no deal, it’s a long way down
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| chorus repeats out… |