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When it all comes down |
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There'll be nothing left to catch you but ground |
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It's calling your name and filling your head |
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With delusions of glory |
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Is that how you're gonna write your story? |
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Down in your time as a high flying flame out |
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Sucking on what's left of your trust fund |
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Sucking on the end of a shot gun |
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But there's more here than meets the eye |
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The real story is under the surface |
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We're all so in love with the artifice |
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We don't dare look too close |
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It's a blessing and a curse |
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Watch out, |
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Eugene, you don't make things worse |
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Wild dreams come true, what to do then? |
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Confusion and glory |
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A man's got to think it all through |
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Got to do what you got to do |
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It's itching to conquer and take you |
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Itching to make a mistake out of you |
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It's a blessing and a curse |
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I wish it didn't hurt so much |
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I wish it didn't hurt so much |
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I wish it didn't hurt so much |
