| Reminiscing on the years
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| So many scars and tracks
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| Now you’re missing all your peers
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| You can’t bring em' back
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| It’s a lottery of sorts
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| A force that’s run its course
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| Won’t win a single cent
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| Now God’s collecting… rent
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| In time your fading mind might die a rock n' roll death
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| Fake praise off the stage
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| Is anybody left?
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| In time your crippled mind might die a rock n' roll death
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| Been drained of all your pain
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| Your brain is laid to rest
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| All self-control is lost
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| That dust storm killed your crops
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| You toiled soiled jeans
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| The dream you’ve since forgot
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| Another chance
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| Another dance
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| Another dead romance
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| Turned over every stone
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| Now walk this earth alone
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| In time your fading mind might die a rock n' roll death
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| Fake praise off the stage
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| Is anybody left?
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| In time your crippled mind might die a rock n' roll death
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| Been drained of all your pain
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| Your brain is laid to rest
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| Recognition disappears
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| So many scars and tracks
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| Still running from your fears
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| What friends still have your back
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| No other place
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| No other face
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| No marquis uppercase
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| Turned over every stone
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| Now walk this earth alone
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| In time your fading mind might die a rock n' roll death
|
| Fake praise off the stage
|
| Is anybody left?
|
| In time your crippled mind might die a rock n' roll death
|
| Been drained of all your pain
|
| Your brain is laid to rest
|
| In time your fading mind might die a rock n' roll death
|
| Fake praise off the stage
|
| Is anybody left?
|
| In time your crippled mind might die a rock n' roll death
|
| Been drained of all your pain
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| Your brain is laid to rest |