I can remember when there were times I thought we’d never eat again,
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and salvation was our drinking
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Things were different then, it was five of us against the world but then,
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the world sure seemed much smaller
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Broken down, down and out
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Out of gas, out of food without a doubt
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Broken up, up in arms
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armed to the teeth with ways to kill the pain
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I was around back when we would fight each other for a couch or bed,
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though we’d never end up sleeping
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We could rely on friends through the good, the bad,
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the ugly times that we spent together when we were
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Stealing our daily bread, naming vans until they all became our friends,
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at least until they left us…
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I wouldn’t trade these drunken days to be like you,
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and say “I’ll be safe, I’m just waiting for…
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waiting for life to start.”
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You can hate what we create
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But we’ll be standing here when everything falls apart
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(10) And Counting
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| Boy Sets Fire |
