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when the cold wind blows |
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and the sarcasm cuts me again |
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a young man's pride is torn up |
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by what he calls friends |
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and as he gets restless anger fills him with hate |
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then he grows reckless but its already too late |
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he grabs his surroundings pulls them towards him |
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looks up to the heavens as he falls from grace |
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it's four in the morning the silence is deafening |
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he looks in the mirror and it spits in his face |
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c'mon now jason it's your life you're wasting |
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it's your destination bye bye jason |
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c'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow |
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your trains in the station bye bye jason |
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cross my palms with silver |
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i'll cross the streets paved with gold |
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just say you never saw nothing |
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at least that's what you're told |
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c'mon now jason it's your life your wasting |
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it's your destination bye bye jason |
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c'mon now jason you're leaving tomorrow |
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your trains in the station bye bye jason |
