How did Camus really die that night?
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Were they right?
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When he died was it really his time?
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Or was it suicide?
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And Holden Caulfield is a friend of mine
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We go drinking from time to time
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and I find, it gets harder every time
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Back Off!
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You're out on the street again
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Don't you stop!
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Did you know you couldn't swim?
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Back Off!
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You're out on the street again
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I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!
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Hemingway never seemed to mind the banalities of a normal life
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and I find, it gets harder every time
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So he aimed the shotgun into the blue
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Placed his face in between the two
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and sighed, "Here's To Life!"
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Back Off!
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You're out on the street again
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Don't you stop!
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Did you know you couldn't swim?
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Back Off!
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You're out on the street again
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I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!
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Hey there Salinger, What did you do?
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Just when the world was looking at you
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To write anything, that meant anything
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You told us you were through
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And it's been years since you passed away
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but I see no plaque, and I see no grave.
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And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way.
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Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep?
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You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep
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And who was there to break your fall?
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We're guilty, One and All
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And I don't know much, but I do know this
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With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist
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But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit.
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And it makes me sick when I think of it
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All my heroes could not live with this
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and I hope you rest in peace
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Because with us, You never did!
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And K.D.C., you were much too young!
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And you changed my life!
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But I draw the line at suicide!
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Here's To Life!!
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Here¡¯s To Life
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Streetlight Manifesto |