Cartel's so wasted, yeah
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Wyclef's so wasted, yeah
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It's the way the world is going on, man
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We might not make it to see the future
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It's 2:45
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The baby takes his first breath
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The mother never knew he only had a few left
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And the father gets a call in the middle of the night
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His breath gets short and his chest gets tight
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But he's sixteen and he's driving too fast
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Takes a turn to the left
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It would be his last
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Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
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Nobody in the car would have died that night
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But he's thirty-two and invincible
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The cancer he had, it was visceral
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He never saw it coming
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Thought he had his whole life
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Sick in the morning and he died in the night
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We're wasted
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No, no, no
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We're all wasted
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We're wasted
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No, no
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We're all wasted
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Seven years old
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Got his bat in his hand
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He's looking for his father
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And he doesn't understand
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Cause dad's too busy
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Got some deals on the way
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His son sits alone as the children play
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And he's eighteen
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He couldn't wait to move out
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His parents wonder what all the rush is about
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They never bothered with his dreams
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Only thinking of theirs
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Wonders why he doesn't call
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And why he doesn't care
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But he's thirty-two and invincible
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With everything he is based on principle
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He never had a truly happy moment in his life
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He didn't want the kids
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And he didn't want his wife
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We're wasted
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No, no, no
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We're all wasted
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We're wasted
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No, no
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We're all wasted
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We're wasted
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We're all wasted
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We're all wasted
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No, no
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We're all wasted
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Manhattan: Twin Towers
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Nuclear: North Korea
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Bloodshed in Iraq
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Cartel and 'Clef screamin'
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"Send the troops back!"
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Turn the microphone up
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You gotta hear the feedback
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No more war
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Too many wasted
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Twenty-three now
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Got his life in his hands
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He's looking all around
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And he doesn't understand
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Cause life's too busy
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Things get in the way
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We all feel alone every single day
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And I'm eighteen
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I couldn't wait to move out
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It's been five years
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And now I'm starting to doubt
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Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
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Looking off to some place that isn't there
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When I'm thirty-two, will I be miserable
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With everything around based on principle?
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Will I have a clue?
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Wouldn't it be nice
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To never be alone in this wasted life?
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We're wasted
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No, no, no
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We're all wasted
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We're wasted
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No, no
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We're all wasted
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We're wasted
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We're all wasted
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We're all wasted
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No, no
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We're all wasted
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Wasted (Remix By Wyclef Jean)
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Cartel |