It used to be I had a whole lot of fun being me, listening to only the wind. Now I'm living in this cruel reality, but I know I wouldn't have it any other way, I'm all I'll ever be, a rock-n-roll tragedy. My train has long been wrecked, I am a rock-n-roll tragedy.
Don't belong in this town, but I cain't go back to where I started, cain't believe I'm this damn old and still living on a dream. Give me a six string, I'll finish cutting my life to shreds. I'm a rock-n-roll treagedy, that's all I'll ever be, a rock-n-roll tragedy.
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