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Name: AlevAge: 16
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It's 2:45 the baby takes his first breath The mother never knew he only had a few left And the father gets a call in the middle of the night His breath gets short and his chest gets tight
But he's sixteen and he's driving too fast Takes a turn to the left It would be his last Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right Nobody in the car would have died that night
But he's thirty-two and invincible The cancer he had, it was visceral He never saw it coming Thought he had his whole life Sick in the morning and he died in the night
But we're all so... We're on the run But we are aware, oh, oh
We're wasted No, no, no We're all wasted We're wasted No, no We're all wasted
Seven years old Got his bat in his hand He's looking for his father And he doesn't understand Cause dad's too busy Got some deals on the way His son sits alone as the children play
And he's eighteen He couldn't wait to move out His parents wonder what all the rush is about They never bothered with his dreams Only thinking of theirs
Wonders why he doesn't call And why he doesn't care
But he's thirty-two and invincible With everything he is based on principle He never had a truly happy moment in his life He didn't want the kids And he didn't want his wife
We're wasted No, no, no We're all wasted We're wasted No, no We're all wasted
Twenty-three now Got his life in his hands He's looking all around And he doesn't understand Cause life's too busy Things get in the way We all feel alone every single day
And I'm eighteen I couldn't wait to move out It's been five years and now I'm starting to doubt Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares Looking off to some place that isn't there
When I'm thirty-two, will I be miserable With everything around based on principle? Will I have a clue? Wouldn't it be nice To never be alone in this wasted life?
We're wasted We're wasted We're wasted No, no All wasted
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