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She was on fire and while an American She burns it out probably just because she can And if I had a dollar for everything I should have said I'd probably still be busted I would throw it all away again The lighting bugs light up all across the southern sky Some guys get it all and they don't even need to try I watched you roll away but you din't even say good bye And now I hate the night I'm guessing thats the reason why And this, this is my life On the Fourth of July It isn't much, but at least its mine Got in my van, headed up to Boston Thought about my friends and how easily I'd lost them I'd do it all again, I'd leave everyone exhausted Some folks get a break, me I never got one I thought of you at night when I would drink too much You thought about me too, you would never try to get in touch Went back to school and I ran into some guys I knew We started up this band, but we couldn't seem to get it through We got some kicks eventually we lost that tune Did you ever think if you're not happy its because of you And this, this is my life On the Fourth of July It isn't much, but at least its mine I got a job, selling ads for magazines At night when I would play I would think about her constantly Everything I loved, it somehow got away from me And suicide, I talked about it openly I finally quit, or maybe I got fired I don't know Doesn't matter just as long as it happened all Added up the fears and the doubts I'd been living with Songs of life, bugs and school and work and all that shit And this, this is my life On the Fourth of July It isn't much, but at least its mine I lost a girl sometime and a couple friends Small talk and parties I never could stomach it I'm old enough to say, I remember when, but I don't have the time for your nostalgia or your criticisms You live and learn, me well I learn to let go Parents and bosses and people who don't want you to grow I think that anything you want to, you can do No one gonna tell me just who the hell I should sing to And this, this is my life On the Fourth of July It isn't much, but at least its mine
Writer(s): Mike Daly, Stephen Kellogg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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