Don't want to think about it,
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But I see it every day.
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Corrupted innocence just doesn't seem to fade away.
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Spoiled so young,
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You know it's bound to last,
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But when you're living in the city,
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You've gotta grow up fast.
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And it makes me sick,
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God, it makes me sick.
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And it makes me sick,
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God, it makes me sick.
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Don't want to think about it,
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But I see it every day.
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If you want to buy affluence,
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Your soul you'll have to pay.
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Wasting away the prime of your life,
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But it's been done that way for years,
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So you know it must be all right.
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And it makes me sick,
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God, it makes me sick.
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And it makes me sick,
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God, it makes me sick.
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It's just not right!
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Don't wanna think about it,
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But I see it every day.
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With every sip and every shot,
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Mind and bodies fade away.
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Friends are all gone,
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And memories don't last,
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But when you've fallen off the wagon,
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You seem to fall so damn fast.
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Theory Of Revolution
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A.F.I. (AFI) |