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He's my friend but he's no friend to me |
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Ask him why, he'll tell you casually |
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Washed up, bitter, broken, busted |
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Backstabbed everyone he trusted |
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Says he sees what no one else can see |
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And if I had half his guts I'd want it |
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To chase that fatalistic comet |
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Die young in the dark; that's poetry |
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But it was not to be, it was not for me |
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He's always sad but I've never seen him cry |
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When he comes to, sure he'll apologize |
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Find his car, assess the damage |
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Still drunk but he likes the challenge |
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Hold on to his mind just like a kite |
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But a good strong win can keep you honest |
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Fill you with some common knowledge |
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Things when we were young we never tried |
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Just figured we had time with such a long life |
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Money clips, alligator shoes |
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One more dance, he's in that champagne room |
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She moves like a chocolate fountain |
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Pouring, spilling all around him |
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Makes him wonder what else she can do |
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How bittersweet is love's illusion |
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Feelings that cannot be proven |
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Trust me, you'll see, my aim is true |
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I've done this all for you, I've suffered long for you |
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So many times he's tried to play it straight |
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Worked and worked until his body ached |
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But a brand new life can lose its lustre |
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Troubles tend to find each other |
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Call it luck or you can call it fate |
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But either way it's how it happens |
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Not the way that you imagined |
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So just go out with a bang like Hemingway |
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Some will say you're brave |
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Some will say you ain't |
