| Do you understand, that the skateboarder fell?
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| Do you understand, that he tried to stand up?
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| Do you see the bus in your dreams, still?
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| I am sorry, man
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| I am sorry, dude
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| Do you live, do you die? |
| Do you say, that it’s scary?
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| Do you hang with your friends, do they still play with handguns?
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| Do you live, do you die? |
| Do you say, that it’s scary?
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| Do you hang with your friends, do they still play with handguns?
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| I will rip you, I will tear you
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| I can’t save you, but I loved you
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| His eyes were grey, his lips were grey
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| I will rip you, I will tear you
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| We have dreams, pretty things
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| We have thoughts, ugly ones
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| We have dreams, pretty things
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| We have thoughts
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| I will rip you, I will tear you
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| I can’t save you, but I loved you
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| (Stop and stare and make believe everything’s fine)
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| His eyes were grey, his lips were grey
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| (Stop and cry, the murder scene, he’s always alive)
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| I will rip you, I will tear for you
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| (Stop and stare and look away, everything’s fine)
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| (Stop and cry, the murder scene, he’s always alive)
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| Woah-oooh, oooh ooh, woah-ooh, oooh
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| Woah-oooh, oooh ooh, woah-ooh, oooh |