I get lost sometimesWhen my work won't grab meFrom the
We were born of a different worldWhere men go riches
Another fall and rise has come againAs I pick my
I pick her up an hour after nineShe laughs and
Tell me lies, tell me sweet little liesShe says she
It’s just these stars and the moon aboveThe only things
Get off work put the car into driveWith Buckets f
Don’t wait for me‘Cause I’ll be goneAnother victimOf the gunThe
I'm walking downtown in the rainI'll probably catch a cold
We grew up believing nothing good in this life’s freeAll
Mother sits down and she says to me “Son,When everyone’s
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