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Set 'em up for the dead end kids. |
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The young and the restless, the kin. |
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And all of the houses that they grew up in, |
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Are now gone. |
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She used to know me by name. |
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Like a child she would dance in the rain. |
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But now she just drinks cocaine because she can. |
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And I never thought I'd see the day |
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When all of the paintings went gray, |
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Like the flowers that lay on the graves |
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Of the ones who die young. |
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Shed a tear for the ones who would hope |
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To hang you with the shortest of rope. |
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Just as quick as they judge, they go to find the next. |
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See these breaks in the stones when they crack, |
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Reminds you of all that you lack. |
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And your best friends will just turn their backs |
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Because they can. |
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And I never thought I'd see the day |
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When all of the paintings went gray, |
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Like the flowers that lay on the graves |
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Of the ones who die young. |
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Say a prayer for the ones like you, |
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Who are simple and honest and true. |
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When we spoke last night well you knew, |
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But you never showed. |
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And I know you ain't one to complain, |
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If you keep it hid, it would drive you insane. |
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It's just so hard when there's no one to blame |
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For the fall. |
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Yeah, and wishing can't make it so; |
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If it could well I hope that you know, |
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I would run through the fire and snow |
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To bring you back. |
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And I never thought I'd see the day |
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When all of the paintings went gray, |
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Like the flowers that lay on the graves |
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Of the ones who die young. |