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To make this story even longer |
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Life began to cut me down to size |
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Down to size |
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Things got tough and they got tougher |
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The California sun had burned me blind |
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Made me blind, so blind, yeah |
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Some of us are hard of hearing |
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There I was nearing 35, 35 |
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All the clubs that used to pay me |
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Now began to say they got no time |
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How would I survive? Oh |
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1, 2, 3, 4 |
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1, 2, 3, 4 |
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1, 2, 3, 4 |
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With a host of weekend warriors dancing in the underground |
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Someone stole my guitar and made it out of tinsel town |
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Surrounded by rejecters and bill collectors circling all around |
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The girl I loved went off and got married to a millionaire |
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For fifty dollars I'd play five hours in the desert air |
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Some of us have to hit bottom before we'll ever see above the ground |
