I'll take a nicotine, caffine, sugar fix
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Jesus don't ya git tired of turnin' tricks
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But when your innocence dies
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You'll find the blues
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Seems all our heroes were born to lose
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Just walkin' through time
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You believe this heat
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Another empty house another dead end street
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Gonna rest my bones an sit for a spell
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This side of heaven this close to Hell
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Right next door to hell
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Why don't you write a letter to me yeah
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I said I'm right next door to hell
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An so many eyes are on me
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Right next door to hell
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I got nowhere else to be
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Right next door to hell
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Feels like the walls are closing in on me
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My mamma never really said much to me
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She was much too young and scared ta be
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Hell "Freud" might say that's what I need
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But all I really ever get is greed
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An most my friends they feel the same
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Hell we don't even have ourselves to blame
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But times are hard and thrills are cheaper
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As your arms get shorter
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Your pockets get deeper
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Right next door to hell
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Why don't you write a letter to me yeah
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I said I'm right next door to hell
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An so many eyes are on me
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Right next door to hell
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I never thought this is where I'd be
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Right next door to hell
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Thinkin' time'll stand still for me
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Fuck you
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Bitch
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Not bad kids just stupid ones
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Yeah we thought we'd own the world
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An gettin' used was havin' fun
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I said we're not sad kids just lucid ones yeah
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Flowin' through life not collectin' anyone
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So much out there
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Still so much to see
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Time's too much to handle
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Time's too much for me
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It drives me up the walls
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Drives me out of my mind
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Can you tell me what this means...huh?
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Right Next Door To Hell
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| Guns N' Roses |
