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He wanted to grow up to be an actor |
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But he never told anybody |
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He likes to spill all of his guts |
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On the top of a well stocked bar |
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And then swallow them bit by bit remembering every scar |
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As a valid reason for every drink |
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And a new tattoo is a new reason to think |
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He likes to pretend that he is all sewn up |
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It makes for a much stronger case |
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But there is blood underneath that skin |
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That scar is not so easy to erase |
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He walks with a glass cane now |
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He's careful when holding his body up straight |
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Can't go outside when it's raining |
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Can't smash up that beautiful face |
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Another innocent girl just made his list |
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That self pity shit is just too hard too resist |
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And when we get home |
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You'll see that this part of him is now part of me |
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And its way too easy to fake this smile lead you on |
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Maybe i'm wrong but everyone gets bored once in awhile |
