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Good Charlotte The Young And Hopeless

Lifestyles of the rich and famous We'll take your clothes, cash cards And homes, just stop complaining Lifestyles of the rich and famous Lifestyles of the rich and

Oh, my love Please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands and We'll start a new life I ripped out His throat And called you on the telephone To take off

But those are just a long lost memory of mine Now I'm writing just to let you know I'm still alive Yea I'm still alive And sometimes I forgive Yeah, and

just like him, like him Monday he woke up and hated life Drank until Wednesday and left his wife Thursday through Saturday he lost everything Woke up on Sunday miserable again I remember baseball games And

in place? And if I stubble and I fall, should I get up and carry on Will it all just be the same? 'Cause I'm young and I'm hopeless, I'm lost and I

same old argument And now I'm wonderin', if things will ever change yeah When will you laugh again? Laugh like you did back when We'd make noise 'til three a.m. And

feeling lonely And no one seems to care You're mother's gone and your father hits you This pain you cannot bear But we all bleed the same way as you do And

through If you don't wanna say Anything at all I'm happy wondering Go! Yeah, yeah Since I was a young man I never was a fun man I never had a plan and

: Oh, my love, please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands and we'll start a new life I ripped out his throat And called you on the telephone to take