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Bastrop you don't grow up, you just get raised
On Hellfire and Brimstone and Amazing Grace
The smell of stills and paper mills, you never quite escape
But I got away

I swore that I'd be done by 21
Staring down the wrong end of a gun
I've drank myself ungrateful and I found myself unwise
But I'm still alive
I'm still alive

And I have learned the hard way lessons
And I have made my own mistakes
I've drove headlong down some dead end roads, no honest man should take
But I've never been afraid to spread broken wings in skies
Where even angels fear to fly
Where even angels fear to fly

So damn sure of what I could not know
Knew too damn well of what wasn't really so
I don't conjure memories now, it's best I just forget
So I've laid to rest
My regrets

I learned the hard way, the lessons
I have made my own mistakes
Drove headlong down some dead ends, no honest man should take
But I've never been afraid to spread broken wings in skies
Where angels fear to fly

And I have learned the hard way lessons
And I have made my own mistakes
I've drove headlong down some dead end roads, no honest man should take
But I've never been afraid to spread broken wings in skies
Where even angels fear to fly
Where even angels fear to fly

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