I guess that's it for this boy
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He'll never write again
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Something tells me I've been here before
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And so long to apocalyptic visions in this head
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I'm going on to bigger and better things
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Cause I'm tired
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Like they were tired
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Like a Mother, she knows what tired means
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At the end of my century
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We are all the authors of our own destruction
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Help me to take what has been done here
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And put this into focus
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I've got a vision that's feeding on me
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This dirty ambition you see
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Call it lack of perception
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Problems lie in how we look upon everything
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Or is it that we haven't learned to see
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That simple vision with two eyes shows us nothing
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And nothing's quite the color that it seems
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I'm going crazy like they went crazy
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Going slowly - no much quicker than you think
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At the end of my century
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Like a Mother
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Rocky Votolato |