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"Good Lives"
Theres a plastic dwarf warlord in the cereal box and
He's licking off the sugar of the breakfast of chumps
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
There is no floor 13, there's not even a second story
You got one to tell and it's sad as hell
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
Prep school kid with Wall Street glib
Got a suit and a tie and a record with winners
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
I'm on my way back home now
Good lives are gold, like the oldest story
Will mine be told while I'm still young and horny?
I know my role is to be a confusion
Set the clock back, we're not growing old
This kid came over and I let him crash
But he went into my wallet and he grabbed my cash
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
And a good girlfriend she turned me in
I was lying with my eyes about adultery sin
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie
I'm on my way back home now
Good lives are gold, like the oldest story
Will mine be told while im still young and horny?
I know my role is to be all confusion
Set the clock back, we're not growing old
Never wanted to be like you or all the rest
I've always been the first one to settle for second best
I never wanted to be x3
Like you
Good lives are gold, like the oldest story
Will mine be told while im still young and horny?
I know my role is to be a confusion
Set the clock back, we're not growing old
Promise that forever we will never get better at growing up and learning to lie x4
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