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Stay up
If not for me, for your health
Go on, soak up the peace in your house
Just treat it like a phase where you know
Everyone who tries is always shamed
Take it for it's worth, there's no blame
Everyone who dies forgets your name
It's all about the blood that you taste
When all the other kids go back to church
And anyone who's down gets their notes from
All the wrong people with all the wrong thoughts
Sitting wasted, looking at pictures of God
Self effacing, self replacement is what I got
And I don't see no reason to fade away
You've been fading just fine by yourself
And one of these days maybe it'll all come back to you
If you think real hard
Out on the stoop now, tell them how you'd just love to die
I think it's overrated, you can't feel peace as you rot
I've found some other kind of blow
I might reck it but at least it was fun at it's high
I've made so many friends who hate advice
And while you sit there imagine when they start to cry
Do you think they'll regret their lies
My money's on no, but I'm not the gambling type
Not fixated, dwelling on people you love
Self effacing, self replacement is what I got
And I don't see no reason to fade away
Thanks to you, thank you though
If not for me, for your health
Go on, soak up the peace in your house
Just treat it like a phase where you know
Everyone who tries is always shamed
Take it for it's worth, there's no blame
Everyone who dies forgets your name
It's all about the blood that you taste
When all the other kids go back to church
And anyone who's down gets their notes from
All the wrong people with all the wrong thoughts
Sitting wasted, looking at pictures of God
Self effacing, self replacement is what I got
And I don't see no reason to fade away
You've been fading just fine by yourself
And one of these days maybe it'll all come back to you
If you think real hard
Out on the stoop now, tell them how you'd just love to die
I think it's overrated, you can't feel peace as you rot
I've found some other kind of blow
I might reck it but at least it was fun at it's high
I've made so many friends who hate advice
And while you sit there imagine when they start to cry
Do you think they'll regret their lies
My money's on no, but I'm not the gambling type
Not fixated, dwelling on people you love
Self effacing, self replacement is what I got
And I don't see no reason to fade away
Thanks to you, thank you though
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Writer(s): William Beatty
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