Party like the fast life, hurry this the last flight
Chasin’ all your dreams, this right here could be your last night
And man you finally got your cash right
But it never seems to last right
You know you sick of lookin’, you sick of chasin’
I think you know the truth, you just don’t wanna face it
Your life is empty, though you havin’ fun
You never satisfied, you never get enough
You go from thrill-seekin’ to pill-poppin’
From heavy drinkin’ to club-hoppin’
You just can’t stop it, like you’re a slave
And you chasin’ nothin’ all the way into the grave

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  1. sandycares said: love this song!
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