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When I'm hosed and they're closing in, maybe only then, really, |
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I'll try to get right with myself. |
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So I'll grope down that ladder again, until |
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I'm tumbling - but really, |
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I just want to slide, |
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I want to crash-land. |
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While my friend, my associate, he's a regal man. |
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He bindles and he twists and ties, gives the reckoning, and then it's back on the road again with maybe thirteen grand. |
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Moralize all you might like, |
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I don't believe in it. |
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You've never earned your soul. |
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I know, [x3] but |
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I'm gonna try, though, |
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I'm gonna try. |
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I'm a rich young sophisticate, |
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I've got girls and friends. |
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I'm doing what |
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I really like and getting paid for it. |
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There is no key, there's no plan; |
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I discovered that. |
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And, truly, |
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I don't think you'll find a happier man. |
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You've never earned your soul. |
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I know, [x3] but |
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I'm gonna try, though, |
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I'm gonna try. |
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You float up high and it isn't a sin. |
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And there isn't a hell where we'll be sent. |
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There's only now, and there isn't then. |
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So just breathe it in. |