[Verse 1] Sick of being at the bottom of the food chain Sick of workin' just to wind up in a new grave I can never be a voice for the voiceless Can't help that everything is pointless How long have I got left?
They tell me that the good die young But I keep getting older Was I good enough? Am I getting any closer to my place in the sun? They tell me that the good die young Every day that I wake up I get a little colder When it's said and done I wonder if I'll ever get a place in the sun Yeah, they tell me that the good die young
Yeah, I'm only holding on by a small thread Disappointed when I wake up and I'm not dead Always running from what's hiding under my bed Count down 'til I wave the white flag, ugh I'm on a steady decline Wither away on the vine Waiting until it's my time
They tell me that the good die young But I keep getting older Was I good enough? Am I getting any closer to my place in the sun? They tell me that the good die young Every day that I wake up I get a little colder When it's said and done I wonder if I'll ever get a place in the sun Yeah, they tell me that the good die young
We all live on borrowed time Walking a fine line Between devil and divine
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They tell me that the good die young But I keep getting older (Older, older, older)
They tell me that the good die young But I keep getting older Was I good enough? Am I getting any closer to my place in the sun? They tell me that the good die young Every day that I wake up I get a little colder When it's said and done I wonder if I'll ever get a place in the sun Yeah, they tell me that the good die young
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Compositores: Chris Chapman, Jim Poggi, Zach Williams (Dead Eyes), Kile Odell & Eric Rembecki