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I tell you son At then end we're all alone Well goddamn And all I own is no happy end As I spit in the wind again They say life is a constant wait Rewards come much too late Work hard to the well worn bone You're dead before you've grown Tell me about it Tell me something I didn't know Tell me about it Now come on and waste my time My life's a fucking piece of paper One of many that I cannot stand I'm getting sick Is all of this really necessary Everyday shit everyday Another price you have to pay Well, maybe I think too much Or maybe not enough From Letras Mania