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This teenage kid, |
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I almost ran and hid |
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When he says to me |
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I recognize you from |
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TV(You're all that I don't want to be) |
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Be aware that |
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I really use to care |
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I'm no grocer of despair, in fact |
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I'm lighter than the air |
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And you're so young, so wrong, so so long |
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Epitaph, a hostage to his craft |
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His talent down the drain |
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Spent his whole life on the train(Just to get out of the rain) |
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Rain came down and washed away my youth |
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You thought that it would last |
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You thought it was the truth |
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But you're so young, so wrong, so so long |
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I read your book and |
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I stole your look |
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And now it's sad how much like dad |
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You are a star who's burning out |
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No doubt, you burned out long ago |
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You know, you once stole the show |
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But now you steal my youth |
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Just to keep yourself alive, you are me at thirty five |
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I thought it best not to hold him to my breast |
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And say, sunshine, |
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I'm not the only one who's dying(Everything's going to be fine) |
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Fine, instead |
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I let it all go to my head |
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I leaned across and said |
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I too thought my should was dead |
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But I was young, |
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I was wrong, |
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I grew up, |
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I wrote this song |
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You're so young, you're so wrong, so, so long |
