He was one of the few true rebels, a smalltown bomber
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Drew his final tag and ran out of sight
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And he was no simple thief or dirty robber
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21 years of age he kissed the world goodnight
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He said I'm leaving
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I've seen it all
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Your name is written on the wall
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2 o'clock in a weak condition
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Riding on his bike thru the old neighbourhood
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Accept the truth see the death of a vision
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Wondering about the things he never understood
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Soul scars and homeward bound
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When all your dreams are falling dead to the ground
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Soul scars and grinding pain
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Old friend, memories remain
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Seen It All
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| Bombshell Rocks |
