In the morning from a distance you can smell the gasoline
You can feel the fire burning but I'm nowhere to be seen
'Cause I am on my way to somehwere new my friend
I won't be back tomorrow 'cause I learned everytime
I thought I'd die, I knew it was just a lie
Now I'm longing for the good times and I'm grateful for the bad
All the miseries and wonders are the best we've ever had
I'm just dying for a six-string that keeps playing in my head
How could we just say we'd be better off dead
I've been taking stairs to heaven and I'm used to burning in hell
And from all the places I've seen, there are stories left to tell
I got wounds and scars and a middle finger with a smile
Down with all the sorrow 'cause I know everytime
I thought I'd die, I learned it was just a lie
Now I'm longing for the good times and I'm grateful for the bad
All the miseries and wonders are the best we've ever had
I'm just dying for a six-string that keeps playing in my head
How could we just say we'd be better off dead
A chorus ringing in my ears
Chasing away all doubts and fears
And no hand ever holds me back
I won't defend I will attack
Now I'm longing for the good times and I'm grateful for the bad
All the miseries and wonders are the best we've ever had
I'm just dying for a six-string that keeps playing in my head
How could we just say we'd be better off dead
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