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Here in line where stupid shit collides With dying shooting stars All we got to show what we really are Is the same kind of scars And looking at you, all I see is You're waiting for something Single file You're a murder mile You idiot kid Your arm's got a death in it If you're choking up, take this paper cup But there's a price that you'll pay For trying hard to become whatever they are And saying whatever they say So help yourself to this bitter pill Or somebody else will Single file You're a murder mile You idiot kid Your arm's got a death in it Single file Single file Single file Single file