Antics

	  		
Intro 
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Everyone knows me, the local inside joke 
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I was once the life of the party, pills, liquor and smoke 
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It makes a fella stop and wonder "how much did I lose?" 
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In the dying breath of the party, a part of me died too 

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The demons, the devils, and the ghosts of rock and roll 
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The vanguard of the young and reckless left town long ago 
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They say I need to sober up and lay low for a while 
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They say "the knucklehead is a classic case of hopeless self denial" 

 
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Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old 
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Tellin' the same old stories, scared of getting old 


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Now I'm old and decrepid, and miss the golden days 
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A fleeting thing that passed me by somewhere in the haze 
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I should try to raise a garden, vote and volunteer 
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Or get a motorbike and a line of credit and get the hell out of here 

 
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But I'm telling	the same old stories, scared of getting old 
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Livin' the same old stories, scared of getting old 
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Stuck in the same old stories, scared of getting old 


Outro 
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