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I've just returned from a long round trip |
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Many tales I have to tell |
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Now I don't get high |
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so you think I'm not hip |
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But I've seen the gates of Hell |
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How can a youth rise above all the shit |
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When surrounded |
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by such lousy influence? |
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He clutched the pipe, took his last hit |
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And nobody's heard from him since |
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CHORUS: |
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In this world of confusion |
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Drugs were my solution |
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The pain was breaking my heart |
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I shut out my reality |
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Nearing my fatality |
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found myself falling apart |
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Miserable, horrible, life such an obstacle |
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Making my own matters worse |
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To end up dead in a dark alleyway |
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Or to ride in the back of a hearse |
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To die for a cause like pride or respect |
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Or honor would make you quite worthy |
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A pitiful waste to live in the sewer |
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And die before you reach thirty |
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CHORUS (4X) |
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Cop a bag as a crutch |
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copping out, lose so much |
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hangin' out, dippin' butts |
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Lost my mind smoking dust |
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There and back |
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Back in the days I was living a lie |
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Too cool to show my feelings |
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too cool to cry |
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Lost in a fog and unsure of my friends |
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With a one way ticket |
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headed straight for the end |
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As the flames burnt the rope |
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and my spirit cut loose |
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I found my self wrapped |
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in an emotional noose |
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I said to myself continue no longer |
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Today I face the world with a mind |
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that is stronger |
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Spent my time gettin' nice |
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I crapped out rolling dice |
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Look at me and my scars |
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Now I live pure and hard |
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There and back (4X) |