Portrait Of A Cigarette Smoker At 19
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I used to be a stereotype
Half alive with half open eyes
With a one track mind,
And a flawed design
Feeling like I was lost at sea
At only the age of 19
Floating around in alcohol and apathy
Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine
And if we make it out of here alive
Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind
(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds
(There might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs
(There might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say
(There might not be a next time)
I used to be a stereotype
Someone you'd never recognize
With fingers so yellow
That it matched the yellow skies
And there was a few things I memorized
From all those blurry times
Like bottles clinking under blinking signs
And a few last words from long lost friends of mine
And if we make it out of here alive
Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind
(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds
(There might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs
(There might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say
(There might not be a next time)
And if we make it out of here alive
Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind
Just who we left behind
After all the fuck ups and fall downs
(There might not be a next time)
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds
(There might not be a next time)
To the breaking ups and breaking downs
(There might not be a next time)
Yeah we were the ones who say
(There might not be a next time)
(There might not be a next time)
(There might not be a next time)
(There might not be a next time)
Words to live by
We're all doing just fine
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