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Words and music by bob seger, craig frost, tim mitchell |
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Well i wish i had a nickel |
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For every time i fell and blamed somebody else |
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I'd give a ton of money to the ones i've hurt |
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And i'd still be sittin' pretty well |
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I've spent years losin' touch of what's right and what's real |
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Caught up in these missions of my own |
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And you're tellin' me you think i've done so damn well |
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While we're sittin' here a thousand miles from home |
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There's a hole in your wisdom, a hole in your sky |
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Two holes in your head where the light's supposed to get by |
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Time to lock and load |
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Time to get control |
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Time to search the soul |
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And start again |
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So many times i've seen chances disappear |
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I hesitate and watch them slip away |
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Like the time i fail to spend with the ones i love |
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And it's gone as sure as yesterday |
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All these users and fakers, big time takers |
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Manipulating everyone they see |
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I get caught up in their schemes and their useless dreams |
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And the only one i have to blame is me |
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I get turned `round and twisted, pulled left and right |
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I can see where i'm goin', but i can't see the light |
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Time to lock and load |
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Come in from the cold |
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Take a different road |
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And start again |
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I can sit here, in the back half of my life |
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And wonder when the other shoe will fall |
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Or i can stand up, point myself home |
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And see if i've learned anything at all |
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Anything at all |
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Mediocrity is easy, the good things take time |
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The great need commitment, right down the line |
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Time to lock and load |
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Come in from the cold |
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Pay these debts i owe |
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And start again |
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I've been down this road |
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I've seen things get old |
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Time to get control |
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And start it all again |
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Time to lock and load |
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Time to get control |
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Time to search the soul |
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And start again |
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I've been down this road |
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I've seen things get old |
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Stand up, get bold |
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And start it all again |
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Time to lock and load |
