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It was the summer of 95 (so what!)
In the backyard, shaving the old plies
Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)
Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long
I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear
"I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong
To be wrong, to be wrong
Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

I still remember when we were young and fragile then.
No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.
Feeling so good (good!) cruisin’ the hood (hood!)
straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.
But I don't care.
I can fade away to anywhere don't stop
because you might get dropped
and if you do who's going to pick you up
well I won’t, well I won't...
they always played a slow song.

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." And said hey

When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY
It was the summer of 95 (so what!)  In the backyard, shaving the old plies  Feeling so strong (strong!), something went wrong (wrong!)  Straight into my finger, what a stinger, it was so long  I still remember that day, like the day that I said that I swear  "I'll never hurt myself again", but it seems that I'm deemed to be wrong  To be wrong, to be wrong  Gotta keep holding on...they always played a slow song.    When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk  With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing  "My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die  By the end of the night." And said hey    I still remember when we were young and fragile then.   No one gave a shit about us because times were tougher then.   Feeling so good (good!) cruisin’ the hood (hood!)   straight into the real world where rich kids never understood.   But I don't care.   I can fade away to anywhere don't stop   because you might get dropped   and if you do who's going to pick you up   well I won’t, well I won't...  they always played a slow song.    When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk  With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing  "My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die  By the end of the night." And said hey    When they come for me, I'll be sitting at my desk  With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing  "My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die  By the end of the night." [x3] and said hey. HEY, HEY, HEY