I used to be a stereotype
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Half alive with half open eyes
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With a one track mind
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And a flawed design
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Feeling like I was lost
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At sea at only the age of 19
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Floating around in alcohol and apathy
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Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine
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If we make it out of here alive
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Just say you won't look back to see
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Just who we left behind
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We're all doing just fine
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We were always the ones laughing last
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We were never the ones looking back
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We were always the ones to say that
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We're all doing just fine
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I used to be a stereotype
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Someone you'd never recognize
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With fingers so yellow
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That it matched the yellow skies
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And there was a few things I memorized
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From all those blurry times
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Like bottles clinking under blinking signs
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And a few last words from lost friend of mine
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If we make it out of here alive
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Just say you won't look back to see
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Just who we left behind
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We're all doing just fine
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We were always the ones laughing last
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We were never the ones looking back
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We were always the ones to say that
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We're all going just fine
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Words to live by
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We're doing fine
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Portrait Of A Cigarette Smoker At Age 19
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Less Than Jake |