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This town is dead |
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This world is rotting |
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I've seen this country's fifty states |
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And I've forgotten |
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Every name and every place |
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I drank my way through every hour |
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Every day |
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I've spent away from home |
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And it doesn't mean shit to me |
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Cause I didn't see it with you |
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No it doesn't mean shit to me |
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Alone This brain is dead |
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This body's rotting |
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I came, I saw |
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I never conquered anything |
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I've spent my life in vans on tours |
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In rich men's homes |
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On poor men's floors |
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I've sold my soul to find a shred of hope |
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And it doesn't mean shit to me |
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Cause I didn't find it with you |
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No it doesn't mean shit to me |
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Alone Someday |
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I'll be gone |
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And this all forgotten |
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With these cold and lonely words |
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Someday I'll be dead |
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And this all for nothing |
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She'll live the way she should |
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But when you see her remind her |
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I tried And tell her see you to remember |
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I've tried |
