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Don't want to think about it, but I see it every day. |
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Corrupted innocence just doesn't seem to fade away. |
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Spoiled so young, you know it's bound to last, |
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but when you're living in the city, you've gotta grow up fast. |
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And it makes me sick. |
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God, it makes me sick. |
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And it makes me sick. |
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God, it makes me sick. |
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Don't want to think about it, but I see it every day. |
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If you want to buy affluence, your soul you'll have to pay. |
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Wasting away the prime of your life, |
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but it's been done that way for years, so you know it must be all right. |
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And it makes me sick. |
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God, it makes me sick. |
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And it makes me sick. |
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God, it makes me sick. |
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It's just not right! |
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Don't wanna think about it, but I see it every day. |
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With every sip and every shot, mind and bodies fade away. |
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Friends are all gone, and memories don't last, |
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but when you've fallen off the wagon, you seem to fall so damn fast. |
