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Life
Feral voices caught through the wind
and then I thought, where do I begin?
Sunday morning I woke up in bed,
to find out my friend was dead.
Another cigarrette to pass by the time,
another cheap substance for me to abuse,
You sit and watch the cars drive by
and wonder when it's time to cry.
You held me even when I was broke,
you even stopped me when I snorted that coke,
we were pals till the day you died,
this songs to you, although you can't reply.
live fast, die young it's how we were
I got blamed for the pot and booze, you took
They say I've given it to you for free,
when really it wasn't, but look at me
A silly punk in a town full of hippies,
we stuck out, we ran the town,
Let's paint it red then burn it down!
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