(originally by Third Eye Blind)
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Miss Jones taught me English
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But I think I just shot her son
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'Cause he owed me money
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With a bullet in the chest you cannot run
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Now he's bleeding in a vacant lot
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The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
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I guess I didn't mean it
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But man, you shoulda seen it
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His flesh explode
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Slow motion see me let go
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We tend to die young
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Slow motion see me let go
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What a brother knows
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Slow motion see me let go
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Now the cops will get me
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But girl, if you would let me
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I'll take your pants off
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I got a little bit of blow we could both get off
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Later bathing in the afterglow
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Two lines of coke I cut with Draino
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And her nose starts to bleed
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A most beautiful ruby red
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Slow motion see me let go
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We'll remember these days
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Slow motion see me let go
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Urban life decays
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Slow motion see me let go
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And at home
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My sister's eating paint chips again
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Maybe that's why she's insane
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I shut the door to her moaning
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And I shoot smack in my veins
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Wouldn't you?
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See my neighbor's beating his wife
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Because he hates his life
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There's an arc to his fist as he swings
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Oh man, what a beautiful thing
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And death slides close to me
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Won't grow old to be
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A junkie wino creep
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Hollywood glamorized my wrath
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I'm a young urban psychopath
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I incite murder for your entertainment
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'Cause I needed the money
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What's your excuse?
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The joke's on you
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Slow motion see me let go
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Oh yeah
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Slow motion see me let go
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Slow motion see me let go
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Slow Motion
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| Panic! At The Disco |
