When your "golden days"
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are "that was just a phase..."
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Lose yourself to reminisce
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Pictures and innocence
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Try to remember when you felt free and
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The smiles
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Just came so naturally...
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You can't control your age
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But you can control how you feel
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Breathing dead air into broke lungs that
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Once filled your heart
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With the will to live
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So when are you
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Gonna cash in your raincheck?
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(And on and on and on...)
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Every second that goes by
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Is one that's gone for good
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Are you throwing away
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Possible memories to a fevered life
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Of "woulds" and "coulds?"
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We may have missed our chance and
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We may never be young again but fuck
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Living a sick day life
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Fuck dead beat kids
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And fuck your falsehoods
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So when are you
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Gonna cash in your raincheck?
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(And on and on and on...)
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I'm not dead yet
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Ambitions... sorry, but I have none...
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I'm just a confused kid
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With the masses telling me
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To join tradition...
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But I just can't...
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I'd rather die than live like you
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Do you get it?
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I'd rather die than live like you
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You don't get it
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Fuck your falsehoods
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I.C. You Are Feeling Drake
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| American Nightmare |
