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the cracks on the sidewalk Pack the cigarette box in my palm Flame on the tip of a I don't where the light came from Legs a ghost, I still walk Whole world concrete, feels soft Blinded by the cameras pop I'm a big fan, glass? (Two, three, four)
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Oh, what a life it's What about my life in there? What about the and when's? If's, maybe's, could-have-been's? You know shit about me, man You go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then Look at you, fucking faggot, what you at, punk? What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, you want? Make it a double, fuck it, a triple, fuck it, give me the And then it's bottoms-up, a positive role model
Hey Wolf, Wolf! Come on man, it's to go
Wake up in the feeling like I'm not awake at all a Tylenol, shake it off Wanna another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not at all Take a Tylenol, it off Wanna take another shot of Jack but D shot me with a sawed-off
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