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Hey, punk, with that bottle in your hand |
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What makes you so sad? |
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Could life really be that bad? |
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Sure, you've got your reasons |
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But your alibis are lies |
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The story is an old one |
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It's been told a million times |
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You were glad to be alive |
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On life's journey |
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You were excited |
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But you were not in a hurry |
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For years, you walked up and down each road |
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You had to try them all |
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Looking for your place, I guess |
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Where you could rest and feel at home |
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Now, tired of walking |
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You've started to run |
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Passing everything by |
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But at least you're having fun |
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Good karma, bad karma |
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You'll get what you deserve |
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There is good and evil |
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You've got a lot to learn |
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There is love, there is hate |
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You can't do as you please |
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Wash your face, take a bath |
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Your aura's still filthy |
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In someone's bathroom, turning blue, puking green |
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You're senile, senile at seventeen |
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Scars on your brain from drinking beer and smoking weed |
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Another acid tab, another shot of speed |
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Good karma, bad karma |
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You'll get what you deserve |
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There is good and evil |
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You've got a lot to learn |
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There's no lie, only truth |
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In reality |
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You hat love, you love to hate |
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Your soul is so diseased |
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You are just a fish in a sea of human beings |
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Lost in, caught up in, someone else's dream |
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Afraid to laugh 'cause you might drown |
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The true mad, sad clown sinking down |
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Into the darkness where no one |
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Would dare venture to save you |
