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Fatal habits, broken dreams
 Waking up isn't all it seems
 We held on to what we couldn't see
 I carried you, you carried me
 Camped out in Hollywood roasting letters from your father
 We proved survival of the why bother
 We were young and excited
 We were lost and alone
 We were free, but misguided
 And we had no place to call home
 Same old story, different song
 Most people get the lyrics wrong
 by we rode a raging bull
 Stomach empty, balls full
 Late nights in Hollywood banging guitars and boys
 Swingsets and cigarettes were our joys
 Why don't the gidoens leave condoms in the drawer?
 Bibles don't save many people anymore
 We took up quarters in the bathroom, there were dollars on the floor
 I looked at you, you said to me, "Jay, we're worth more"
 We were young and excited
 We were lost and alone
 We were free, but misguided
 And we'd found a place to call home