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Boy, you're looking old |
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Aged before your time |
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Living your life like a merry-go-round |
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But someday soon you'll have to come down. |
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Would you like to see scars? |
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My brand new needle marks? |
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Wearing my sins like a new tattoo, |
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I can't imagine why |
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I don't envy you! |
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And now you're punishing yourself |
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And it's a crying shame |
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You've got a job, a house, a company car |
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But you've still got shit for brains! |
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Take me to your world |
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Show me what you feel |
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Tell me, is it real? |
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What are you searching for? |
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And if you ever turn on to crack |
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Or God forbid good smack |
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You won't recognise yourself |
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There'll be no turning back |
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You don't know how lucky you are |
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Open up your mind |
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It's a open door |
