I used to be a stereotype
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Half alive with half open eyes
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With a one track mind
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And a flawed design
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Feeling like I was lost
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At sea at only the age of 19
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Floating around in alcohol and apathy
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Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine
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If we make it outta here alive
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Just say you won't look back to see
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Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time)
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With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)
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To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time)
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Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)
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I used to be a stereotype
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Someone you'd never recognize
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With fingers so yellow
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That they matched the yellow skies
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And there was a few things I memorized
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From all those blurry times
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Like bottles clinking under blinking signs
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And a few last words from long lost friends of mine
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If we make it out of here alive
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Just say you won't look back to see
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Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time)
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With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)
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To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time)
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Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)
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And if we make it outta here alive (if we make outta here alive)
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Just say you won't look back to see
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Just who we left behind
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Just who we left behind
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After all the fuck ups and fallouts (there might not be a next time)
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With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)
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Through all the breaking up to breaking down (there might not be a next time)
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Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)
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There might not be a next time (might not be a next time)
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Words to live by
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we're all doing just fine
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Portrait Of A Cigarette Smoker At 19
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| Less Than Jake |
