| You see yourself inside a normal life,
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| Cigarettes just trying to get by,
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| What’s all this talk about you dying young?
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| Gas station parking lots and plastic guns,
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| You tell me youth’s fucked up, the kids are too,
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| People only grow up when they’ve got nothing better to do,
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| Nobody can keep up and you won’t slow down,
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| And the circle gets square 'cause the world just ain’t coming around,
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| I’ve got a twenty dollar bill that says you couldn’t scare me if you wanted to,
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| We could die in this moment and live for the thrill,
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| We’ll be the outsiders,
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| We’ll bring it back to life,
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| (You see yourself inside a normal life, cigarettes just trying to get by)
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| You tell me youth’s fucked up, the kids are too,
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| People only grow up when they’ve got nothing better to do,
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| And so we’ll all get old, the flames get higher,
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| And the only thing that matters is how well you can walk through the fire,
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| (Yeah, you can walk through the fire)
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| I’ve got a twenty dollar bill that says you couldn’t scare me if you wanted to,
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| We could die in this moment and live for the thrill,
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| We’ll be the outsiders,
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| We’ll bring it back to life
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| Stay golden, stay broken,
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| Miserably happy in the lives we’ve chosen.
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| I’ve got a twenty dollar bill that says you couldn’t scare me if you wanted to,
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| We could die in this moment and live for the thrill,
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| We’ll be the outsiders,
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| We’ll bring it back to life.
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| Stay golden, stay broken,
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| Miserably happy in the lives we’ve chosen. |