Thinking about it the set looks like yesterday,
But that Greek flame shone above L.A.
A car around the corner that he couldn't understand
And all had changed when his Dad took his hand.
He couldn't talk about it. He tried to forget, but the past kept coming back inside his head.
He found the bottles, found them everyday,
But no one should think he wasn't okay.
He wouldn't let them have a look inside his head
Afraid to show the hopes and fears he had.
He couldn't talk about it. He tried to forget, but the past kept coming back inside his head.
Staggering in a balance of forty-five percent. Staggering in a balance of forty-five percent.
Forty-five percent! (Forty-five percent!) Forty-five percent! (Forty-five percent!)
When she tried to get a life the spirits wouldn't let her.
Their constant grip failed to make him feel better.
Upstairs there was this monster he called Mom
Recalling him to that day when it had begun.
He couldn't talk about it. He tried to forget, but the past kept coming back inside his head.
Staggering in a balance of forty-five percent. Staggering in a balance of forty-five percent.
Forty-five percent! (Forty-five percent!) Forty-five percent! (Forty-five percent!)
He couldn't talk about it. He tried to forget, but the past kept coming back inside his head.
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