| In a Midwest hotel
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| A man waits for his meal
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| And he knows so well
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| The corners and baseboards of his eight-by-eight cell
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| And he needs it
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| So much that he’d never leave it
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| For the sake of his mental health
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| Watch it anytime he spends it on anybody other than his working class self
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| Oh, pull that chain a little tighter, man
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| 'Til you start to relax and all the angels laugh
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| 'Cause you don’t get to have it back
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| Oh, show them all you were a fighter, man
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| Won’t you look at that?
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| Now you’re covered in sweat, tryin' so hard to forget
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| In the hindsight
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| He couldn’t spare a minute of his time
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| Did what he thought was right
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| For the simple exchange of his appetite
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| And on the third floor
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| He gets up out of bed again
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| Can’t remember what he’s lookin' for
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| So he tries every code to the lock on his door
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| Oh, pull that chain a little tighter, man
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| 'Til you start to relax and all the angels laugh
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| 'Cause you don’t get to have it back
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| Oh, show them all you were a fighter, man
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| Won’t you look at that?
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| Now you’re covered in sweat, tryin' so hard to forget
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| Oh, pull that chain a little tighter, man
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| 'Til you start to relax and all the angels laugh
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| 'Cause you don’t get to have it back
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| Oh, show them all you were a fighter, man
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| Won’t you look at that?
|
| Now you’re covered in sweat, tryin' so hard to forget
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| Oh, pull that chain a little tighter, man
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| 'Til you start to relax and all the angels laugh
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| 'Cause you don’t get to have it back
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| Oh, show them all you were a fighter, man
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| Won’t you look at that?
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| Now you’re covered in sweat, tryin' so hard to forget |