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Neponset neighborhood landscape |
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You loomed larger than most |
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Owned scholastic and academic achievements |
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All which you did boast |
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The world was in the palm of your hand |
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When you went backdoor on school and friends |
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Drink, drugs, fighting fast lane life |
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Grew big chips on those imposing shoulders [Chorus] |
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Take it back |
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Patrick Where is the kid that |
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I once knew |
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Such a young sick kid |
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Where is this lifestyle taking you |
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Look at what booze did |
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The insanity breaking you |
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Take it back |
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Patrick Put in choice dry out spots |
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But you always broke out |
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Claimed they didn't know your reality |
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Loaded with self doubt |
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Jump back on the pain train |
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The ride will be different this time |
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Denial express closes to a stop |
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Your death, the end of the ride [Chorus] |
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You can claim ignorance |
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Once the reaper comes |
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Because you got told about the cure by your drink doctor |
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Go back on the bright, straighten up your life |
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To you we do implore a second shot at this tonight |
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Saw you lying there, beaten at town field |
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With an unshakeable angry frown and requisite bottle |
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That won't happen to you, you were once the ace |
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A field's corner kid that the booze just knocked right out of place |
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Take it back |
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Patrick Lazarus runs out of time |
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Such a young sick kid |
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Without reason or a rhyme |
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Look at what booze did |
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A family left beyond the wake |
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Take it back |
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Patrick |
