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We were four and who could ever ask for more |
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your picture on the cover of a magazine |
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we just had to keep our noses clean |
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now we're three and things are |
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not exactly what they used to be |
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champagne and drugs makes you wanna live |
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until you're hiv posetive |
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we had the image, we had the sound |
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but our plane crashed to the ground... |
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and the drummer was never found |
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we were the band of the century |
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meanest teen machines |
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we were the band of the cen tury |
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floating in the sea |
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now we are two, with alot of reds, blues, green |
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there never was a day he was clean |
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he never woke from his dream |
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now we are one, but not for long |
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'cause a fan gave me a gun |
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he never realized what he had done |
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I might as well live on. |