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Don't want to think about it |
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But I see it every day |
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Corrupted innocence just |
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Doesn't seem to fade away |
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Spoiled so young, |
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You know it's bound to last |
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But when you're living in the city |
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You've gotta grow up fast |
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And it makes me sick |
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God, it makes me sick |
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And it makes me sick |
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God, it makes me sick |
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Don't want to think about it |
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But I see it every day |
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If you want to buy affluence |
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Your soul you'll have to pay |
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Wasting away |
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The prime of your life |
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But it's been done that way for years |
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So you know it must be alright |
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And it makes me sick |
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God, it makes me sick |
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And it makes me sick |
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God, it makes me sick |
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It's just not right |
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Don't wanna think about it |
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But I see it every day |
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With every sip and every shot |
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Mind and bodies fade away |
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Friends are all gone |
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And memories don't last |
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But when you've fallen off the wagon |
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You seem to fall so damn fast |