Like a fly to a spider, you're under the spell
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It's the game and the liar, for those who toll the bell
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You're more than just a name, you fight for the right
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Like a moth to a flame, you see the bait you bite
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You're restless and wild and walkin' the line
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You're not just another pretty face
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Need an answer fast and you're runnin' out of time
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And the night goes on for days
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Young and wasted - ooh yeah, ooh yeah - young and wasted
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You been branded by the iron, you been cut by the knife
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There's a monkey on your back runnin' up and down your spine
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Up and down your spine
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You hunger for the fire and run with the pack
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But you know damn well there ain't no turnin' back
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Ain't no turnin' back, no no
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You're damned if you do and you're damned if you don't
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You laugh in the face of the fates
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Fallen angels spread their wings,
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so you cross the gates of hate
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Young and wasted - I can almost taste it,
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I can almost taste it
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Young and wasted - ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah
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damned if you do and you're damned if you don't
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You laugh in the face of the fates
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Fallen angels spread their wings, so let the heaven say,
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young and wasted
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Young and wasted - I can almost taste it,
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I can almost taste it
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Young and wasted (repeats out)
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Young And Wasted
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| Kiss |
