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Headlights and red eyes, a warm beer between your thighs. |
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Mess of pills, |
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Hollywood hills, the red lights. |
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Read me my rights. |
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Going in a circle, getting tighter every turn. |
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Think you're getting better but you're never quite sure. |
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Say it's all ahead of you. |
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How far can you see? |
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When you're living on your knees. |
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Driver, please, find your feet. |
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The light's green but you spaced the keys. |
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You're going fast but it won't last. |
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You're all speed and no gas. |
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Going in a circle, never getting to the point. |
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Burning up the atmosphere, my rocket ship boy. |
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You say there's a finish line, but you're already beat 'cause you're living on your knees. |
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Rocket boy, my only son, you look so sad, but you're so young. |
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You get so high. |
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You're all alone, rocket boy, come home. |
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Notebook, some notes you took. |
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A bit hit, with a cooked hook. |
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Your best friend is you again. |
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You can't win but you won't give in. |
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Going in a circle, getting lower every time. |
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Say it isn't hurting but |
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I never see you smile. |
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Asking for the doctor and |
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I'm calling you a priest 'cause you're living on your knees. |
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Rocket boy, you burn so bright, and |
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I believe you lie so beautifully when you get high. |
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You're all alone, rocket boy, come home. |
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Dad, it's me, again. |
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I hate to call. |
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Could you come down? |
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There's been an accident. "Were you involved?" "Yes, sir, no. Sir, they say I was." |
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Got home, cried alone. |
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The video will surely show. |
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No one knows. |
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I came this close to being me, but |
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I lost us both. |
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Going in a circle and it's keeping you around. |
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You've been here forever but you've never been found. |
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You didn't want a witness and |
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I didn't want to see you living on your knees. |
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Rocket boy. |
