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You told me you're an orphan |
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The same old standard line |
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Then when we moved in together |
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All you did was moan and cry |
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Talkin' like you'd make it |
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On life's big movie screen |
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I had to say |
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I loved you |
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Just to try and keep the peace |
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Hustler What are you doin' with your time |
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I'm slow to catch on |
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But I think you wasted mine |
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You're running low tonight |
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Jack up and get it right |
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You know you're going down |
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Ain't it good to be alive |
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I couldn't make excuses about everything you said |
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You wanna show your bruise |
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S Let's throw a party for the band |
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Now here they come a dancin' |
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Like the powder to your nose |
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Why don't you cut your head off |
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Spite your face let's do the show |
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Hustler What are you doin' with your time |
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I'm slow to catch on |
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But I think you wasted mine |
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Hustler You're running low tonight |
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The station's right close by |
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Pack up your car and drive |
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Ain't it good to be alive |
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Tearing at the membrane |
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Of the first new thing in years |
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Found a nagging consolation |
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In a glass of |
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Everclear |
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And the ugly truth has raped you |
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They're saying you're a lousy lay |
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But isn't everything that way |
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Ain't it good to be alive |
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So good to be alive |
