You’ve got your silver spoon hangin’ around your neck
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And who your father is don’t matter much down here
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Sometimes it’s easier to fight than run away
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When will you learn, I never burn? This child cannot be saved
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And while you limousine, and fancy airplane ride
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I’m in a factory where they tear apart my insides
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And what is left of me cannot be called a man
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When will you learn, I never burn? So here I stand again
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If this is how the story ends, with the headlines cursing,
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Could you persecute me still?
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When they’re calling off the dogs, and you’re sleeping on the lawn,
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Will your heart desert me?
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She’s got a golden crucifix,
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And a pair of bloodshot eyes
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Got a heart that doesn’t mind
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Yeah, a heart you couldn’t find
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I see the world in black and white
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So it’s easier at night
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I’ve got a heart that doesn’t mind
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Yeah, a heart you’ll never find
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Heart you’ll never find
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Yeah, a heart you’ll never find
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(x6)
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Still I try
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Still I try
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To find a little meaning in my life
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Silver Spoon
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| Ron Pope |
