Spent a buck for every dime I earned
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It's the story of my life
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Down on my luck and now it's time I learned
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Everything has it's price
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But broken hearts and empty pockets
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Don't determine wrong and right
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When the thoughts that fill your head
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Are the kind that make your eyeballs sweat at night
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The view from the alley and the view from the valley
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Are empty and surrounded by dead ends
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The bridges that I burned and the lessons that I learned
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Don't amount to a damn thing in the end
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Been accused and called a criminal
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But I've yet to speak my mind
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I may lose but the damage is minimal
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And I'll soon respond in kind
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I need an angel or a patron to save me
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I need a message or a sign
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Kings and queens have set me on their assorted paths
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But I'll find my way in time
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Dead Ends
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The GC5 |