Glued to the phone to see what he can cop
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Too many pills wondering why his heart hasn't stopped
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Beating up his body how far can he go?
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Trampled by a bull, razorblades and broken bones
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My broken bones, my bones, oh no
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And I don't know what happened to me
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Life's a distortion and I can't see
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Pills, booze and amphetamines so innocent they seem
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It's all suffocation and I can't breathe
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Sucking and fucking their way through life
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These kids aren't alright
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Living off of letter 5 and plastic bills
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Buildings fell but they were too fucked up to feel
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He's not alright, can't stand up, too high
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Walls are talking to him and he don't know why, no why?
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They're getting trashed, without precautions
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Like a car crash, so blatantly obvious
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Too much too fast, but you can't stop them
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Cause there's no turning back, it's not an option
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Out on his own he travels alone
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The way he's living, he can't condone
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In and out, there is no control
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Out, out, out this life has taken its toll
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What the fuck is going on? They're too fucked up to ask why
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These kids aren't alright
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Oh fuck what's happening to me?
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These kids aren't alright ya see?
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I'm not alright
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Kids Aren't Alright
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Clit 45 |