| We struggle to remember
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| We struggle to forget
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| No strangers to addiction
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| We’re just drowning the pain
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| Good times with good friends
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| Good fights with enemies
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| We’ll struggle to remember
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| But we can’t forget
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| Every weekend was a party back in those days
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| It didn’t seem to matter that we were underage
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| And the days go by, and the days go by
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| And the days go by, and the days go
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| Have a shot and wash it down with another drink
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| It did more damage at the time than we all could see
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| And the days go by, and the days go by
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| And the days go by, and the days go
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| We struggle with surrender
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| We struggle with regret
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| No strangers to opinions
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| Just tired of the games
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| Broke ties with good friends
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| Broke bread with enemies
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| We’ll struggle to remember
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| But we can’t forget
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| Seven days a week on tour, we’re out getting pissed
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| I need someone to fill me in on the things I missed
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| And the weeks go by, and the weeks go by
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| And the weeks go by, and the weeks go
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| Have a shot and wash it down with another drink
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| On the road sometimes it’s all that would help you sleep
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| And the weeks go by, and the weeks go by
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| And the weeks go by, and the weeks go
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| Young livers dying slowly
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| Through reckless days we’ve come to accept
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| But we’re not dead yet
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| Young livers dying slowly
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| Through reckless days we’ve come to accept
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| When becoming men, remember this
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| Some never live, some never die but we’re all here tonight
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| Not as many folks around anymore to see
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| At least at weddings and at funerals we’ll share a drink
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| And the years go by, and the years go by
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| And the years go by, and the years go
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| Have a shot and wash it down with another drink
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| To tell the truth this shit is starting to make me sick
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| And the years go by, and the years go by
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| And the years go by, and the years go by |