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He didn't fit in he always felt rejected |
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His father hit him and made him feel defective |
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He got a bottle |
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It seemed to take the pain away |
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He's only 15 and he don't know any other way |
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Always searching, never felt like he belonged |
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Always hurting, always told that he was wrong |
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He left home, the streets looked safer |
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All alone except a quart of Schaffer |
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All alone and nowhere to go |
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He feels at home at the punk rock show |
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And when he's hanging out with his crew |
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He's living on the streets of Miami |
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He'd rather die than go home to his family |
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And that's what he'll do |
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He doesn't want your pity |
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Miami can be a cruel city |
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He's always ready for a fight |
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He doesn't want your sorrow |
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Don't wanna think about tomorrow |
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He only wants to make it through the night |
