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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

Count down 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

Verse by verse we road a raging bull

Stomach empty, balls full

Late nights in hollywood

Banging guitars and boys

Sweet sex and cigarettes

Were our joys

We were young and excited

We were lost and alone

We were free but misguided

And we had no place to call home

Why don't the gideons 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