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Heard a word, suicide |
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Not from one, but from thousands that tried |
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The lawyer's wife and the teenage brat |
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One thing in common, they all wanted out |
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And it's plain to see |
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It goes for you and it goes for me |
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And all the screwed up little girls and boys |
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All thrown in without a choice |
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But I heard him say |
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"I want out" |
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No complaints and no doubts |
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Just a chance to go on |
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I heard a word, suicide |
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And not from one, but from thousands that tried |
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Want some attention and a little less regret |
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A teenage fluff, little threat |
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And, and there are those, there're those who think |
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That drastic actions will make them unique |
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It's really all the same |
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That no one's happy and nobody's to blame |
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And the moral to this story is old |
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It's quite taboo, seldom told |
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The seed is reaped before it's sown |
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A bad choice was never resolved |
