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Every story has a beginning, every story has an end Sometimes I can't tell the difference between them And now that I'm back where I was starting from seven years ago I find I'm worse off than before I don't know where I am headed, I hardly know who I am or who I was before In three short weeks, I'll be turning twenty one Where am I, where'd everyone go? Where did I go so wrong? I'm just looking for a home Since I've been left all alone In three short weeks, I'll be turning twenty one You can try to find me, but by that time I'll be gone I'll be down at the bar Or passed out in the car I am not gonna be afraid I am not gonna be afraid I am not gonna be afraid of living without you The world fell apart when our hero met Mary You can carry this vessel ashore, it'll float no more This vagabond peruses bruises, collects change in the parking lot You're steam from water then cannon fodder When memories are all you've got You can scream and rage at all the broken right-hand bastards Or float concealed, feel betrayed and pass right through the plaster And despite all the warning signs, dog days and headlights No you'll never forget this though you've left this world behind I am not gonna be afraid I am not gonna be afraid I am not gonna be afraid of living without you |