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What the hell happened to my hair |
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It used to be long |
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But now it's gone somewhere |
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What the hell happened to my face |
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It used to be young |
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But now it's covered with age |
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I don't know, but I still feel like sixteen |
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Maybe I need to lay off the morphine |
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What the hell happened to my wife |
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She used to be here |
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But now she's gone from my life |
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What the hell happened to my friends |
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I wonder if I |
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Will ever see them again |
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I don't know, maybe someone was too mean |
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Maybe I need to lay off the morphine |
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Everybody needs to get a little bit high |
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Do it with a pill or with a plane up in the sky |
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Money or girls, or traveling to worlds |
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You see on TV, where people are free |
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And so is the wine they drink all the time |
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But you'll never find me |
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You'll never find me |
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You'll never find me |
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You'll never find me |
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What the hell happened to my song |
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The verse is pretty cool |
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But the bridge is too long |
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What the hell happened to my tune |
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I wanted some pop |
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But not to break my balloon |
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I don't know, when I wake from this strange dream |
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Maybe I need to lay off the morphine |
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I don't know, but I still feel like sixteen |
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Maybe I need to lay off the morphine |
