| Strung out and broken
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| A boy wastes away
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| Picks up the bottle
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| And drinks it down before he hits the stage
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| He’s got to setup the show
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| He doesn’t know where to throw it so he just throws it away
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| He sees the man he could be
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| Then as he falls to his knees, he rips another rail
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| Always said he’d be the one
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| But it’s only just begun
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| Living life as if you’re dying tomorrow
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| Always knew you’d be someone
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| One wrong turn and it’s all gone
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| Living life as if you’re dying tomorrow
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| You’re flying too close to the sun
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| Sex fueled and lonely
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| Fucked up and dumb
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| Spent all his money on a drug dealer on speed dial no.1
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| He knows he’ll die on his knees
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| He feels like he’s trapped in a cage
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| Why should he care anyway?
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| He sits and lights up a smoke
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| He pulls it back 'til he chokes and rips another rail
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| Always said he’d be the one
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| But it’s only just begun
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| Living life as if you’re dying tomorrow
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| Always knew you’d be someone
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| One wrong turn and it’s all gone
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| Living life as if you’re dying tomorrow
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| You’re flying too close to the sun |