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We've got millions of broken necks from looking up at you |
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So get your damn soapbox standing, high horse prancing ass down here with the truth |
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So don't let those admirers try and fit your shoes |
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Because they will then see one size fits all feet and then they will walk all over you |
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When only to good die young |
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Ain't it ironic I age so well [x2] |
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To be the last man standing at the kissing booth |
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That really doesn't mean a thing when they're for free and don't taste like they should |
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So after you're done drowning in a glass that is half full |
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The pessimists all join together and discuss how you never could do it like they could |
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When only the good die young |
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Ain't it ironic I age so well [x2] |
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You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently |
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Truth is heat, we're burning underneath our seats |
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Burning me for not standing |
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I love I love myself |
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I love I love myself my self abandonment[x2] |
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When only the good die young |
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Ain't it ironic I age so well [x2] |
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You and me are a kitschy parody of sincerity, apparently |
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Truth is heat, we're burning underneath our seats |
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Burning me for not standing |
