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It was a pretty good |
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GPAWe got a couple of good grades |
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And it sounded like a pretty good seven inch |
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And winter didn't seem so cold |
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I had a smile for everyone |
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I knowI was starting to get comfortable in the place that |
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I'm inAnd it used to not mean anything |
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It used to not mean anything |
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It used to not mean anything |
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But it really means nothing now |
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Nothing means anything anymore |
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Everything is less than zero |
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And I know it won't do much good, getting drunk and sad and singing |
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But I'm at the end of my rope and |
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I feel like swinging |
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It was an unflattering photograph and people saw it all over town |
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Hanging up on the wall above the urinal |
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Hear the man with the notepad say, "Oh, they're funny, but they drink too much""And don't be surprised if they don't amount to nothing at all" |
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And we were talking about giving up |
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We were talking about lying down |
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We were talking about tying off |
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Wasn't it supposed to mean something now? |
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Let them see you struggle and they're going to tear you apart |
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You ain't never been no virgin, kid, you were fucked from the start |
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They're all going to be laughing at you |
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They're all going to be laughing at you |
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You can't make it on merit, not on merit and merit alone |
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Dan McGee tried to tell me, "There ain't no more Rolling Stones" |
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They're all going to be laughing at you |
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They're all going to be laughing at you |
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I've been called out, cuckolded, castrated, but |
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I survived |
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I am covered in urine and excrement but |
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I'm aliveAnd there's a white flag in my pocket never to be unfurled |
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Though with their hands 'round my ankles, they bring me down for another swirl |
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And they tell me, "Take it easy buddy, it's not the end of the world"["And there and then and bathed by the rising sun, my son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited, Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim, Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding), Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day brighten'd, I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket, And buried him where he fell."] |