When was it that you lost your youth or traded
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It for something more for them to use so jaded
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Why is it that you never said
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I love you more than just a friend
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I pray this gridlock never ends
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And when we get there just depends
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I found out recently that you are leaving
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For good I hope I softly tell my ceiling
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It's better now to be alive
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Sleeping is my 9 to 5
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I'm having nightmares all the time
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Of running out of words that rhyme
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Everything that you could never say
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Would never matter anyway
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I took a hammer and two nails to my eardrums long ago
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Before that steak knife took my eyes
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I looked up to the sky
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For the last thing I would ever see
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For the last time I'd cry
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When was it that you sold your life or wasted
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Every bite of that small slice you never tasted
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I guess I should be one to talk
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There's nights that I can't even walk
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There's days I couldn't give a fuck
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And in between is where I'm stuck
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From blocks away I heard somebody screaming
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That small child inside of you that you left bleeding
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You stabbed him up not once but twice
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Cubicles will now suffice
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Some say it's the roll of the dice
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I think they're wrong I know I'm right
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Every breath that I could barely breathe
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Could barely make it past my teeth
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I took a blowtorch to both of my lungs a long long time ago
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Every step that i could take
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Every one more difficult to make
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Mr. Chainsaw came and took my legs a long, long time ago
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In case you're wondering
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I'm singing about growing up about giving in
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In case you're wondering we're singing about growing up
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About giving up and giving in
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Mr. Chainsaw
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| Alkaline Trio |
