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He's doing alright when his ear is on the ground |
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But when he's on a ride there's no slowing him down |
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Too young to listen, too late for wishing |
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He lost his brakes about the second block |
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Now no matter what it take there's no way to make him stop |
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Keep on forgiving the mistakes that he's living |
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It's fine all the splendid time that he had |
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It's fine all that splendid time that made him mad |
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When he hit the suburbs he was going too fast |
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People screaming at the top of their lungs when he'd pass |
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Too young to listen, too late for wishing |
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When he finally hit the countryside he was laughing out loud at the cliff where he'd die |
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Found a note in a bottle was his body really swallowed by the sea |
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It's fine all the splendid time that he had |
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It's fine but that splendid time that made him mad |
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He was a good man, but stuck in his way |
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Stood strong in his will when he would stay up for days |
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He would never want to give in, so much that we will miss him now |
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All in black, standing around crying over a picture, not a body in the ground |
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Still forgiving mistakes he was living then |
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It's fine all the splendid time that he had |
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It's fine but that splendid time that made him mad |
