Blue jeans, white shirt
 Walked into the room
 You know you make my eyes burn
 It was like James Dean for sure
 You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
 You were sorta punk rock
 You were so-
 You-you-you-you-you
 James Dean for sure
 You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
 James Dean for sure
 You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
 James Dean for sure
 You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
 James Dean for sure
 You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
 Big dreams
 Gangster
 Said you had to leave to start your life over
 I was like, no please, stay here
 We don't need no money, we could make it all work
 But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday
 I stay up waiting, anticipating and pacing
 But he was chasing paper
 Caught up in the game
 It was the last I heard
 James Dean for sure
 You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
 James Dean for sure
 You're so fresh to death and sick as ca-cancer
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