| Yeah, first thing’s first man fuck that shit
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| Life’s a chore I slit my wrist
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| Sometimes I don’t want to live
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| I can’t live with all this
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| My mind’s been gone and turn me to the coldest
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| With all my friends and I feel like the oldest
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| I don’t know how I’ma live with these omens
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| Dig me a grave that my body can roll in
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| Every single night I wipe my tears away
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| Runnin' from my younger days
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| I don’t ever know what’s ever going down, going down
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| Going down, going down
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| Every single night I wipe my tears away
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| Runnin' from my younger days
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| I don’t ever know what’s ever going down, going down
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| Going down, going down now, down now
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| Lost boy with the iced up wrist
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| Lost boy with no life to live
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| Lost boy got too much to give
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| Lost boy don’t send me to hell
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| How many days does it take to break?
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| When you’re stuck in the dirt
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| When you’re caught in chains
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| When they drag you to Hell
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| Through the coals and grain
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| For you to snap and then finally go insane
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| Every single night I wipe my tears away
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| Runnin' from my younger days
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| I don’t ever know what’s ever going down, going down
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| Going down, going down
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| Every single night I wipe my tears away
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| Runnin' from my younger days
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| I don’t ever know what’s ever going down, going down
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| Going down, going down now, down now
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| Every single night I wipe my tears away
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| Runnin' from my younger days
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| I don’t ever know what’s ever going down, going down
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| Going down, going down now, down now |