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You wake up
Watch the go 'round
You shiver
Feeling down
Your is beating fast
Pumping to head
day to fight
You a prayer on your lips
Under the sun
And a gun
(Thank you)
You remember
That father said
Stay out of son
And be true to yourself
You'll be a dog
Raise a family
And will be alright
But now it's written in the stars
If you'll make it out alive
Out alive
The good die young
might be no tomorrow
In god we trust
Through all this and sorrow
The die young
The flame burn forever
And no one knows your name
Bring the home again
Home again
It was a quiet day
On the streets of hope
the went off
At the side of the road
Sounds of breaking steel
A windshield full of blood
No enemy in sight
It feels like in a scenes are passing by
It's your life
The good die young
There be no tomorrow
In god we trust
Through all this and sorrow
The good die young
The flame will burn forever
And no one knows your name
Bring the boys back home again
Home again
Watch the go 'round
You shiver
Feeling down
Your is beating fast
Pumping to head
day to fight
You a prayer on your lips
Under the sun
And a gun
(Thank you)
You remember
That father said
Stay out of son
And be true to yourself
You'll be a dog
Raise a family
And will be alright
But now it's written in the stars
If you'll make it out alive
Out alive
The good die young
might be no tomorrow
In god we trust
Through all this and sorrow
The die young
The flame burn forever
And no one knows your name
Bring the home again
Home again
It was a quiet day
On the streets of hope
the went off
At the side of the road
Sounds of breaking steel
A windshield full of blood
No enemy in sight
It feels like in a scenes are passing by
It's your life
The good die young
There be no tomorrow
In god we trust
Through all this and sorrow
The good die young
The flame will burn forever
And no one knows your name
Bring the boys back home again
Home again
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