| Every time I stop and think
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| I’m hit with everything
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| That I was taught about right and wrong
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| And what to get used to
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| They’re cheating in the seats of SUVs
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| In the shade of the trees
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| Down my street, behind the backs of husbands, wives and bosses
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| And I’m sitting here with my dog, six beers and my guitar
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| On this porch of wood making them my business
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| They say the economy is in a slump
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| And folks like them, they’re giving up
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| They jump from planes, in front of trains, and some from bridges
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| That’s alright, that ain’t my life
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| I cough all morning and I smoke all night
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| That’s alright, that ain’t my life
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| I pay $ 200 rent and I work when I like
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| Woah woah, where did we go wrong?
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| Woah woah, have I been sitting out too long?
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| No cash in my hands means I’m nothing to you
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| But I won’t sell myself
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| I’ve got this friend close to me
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| She called from NYC
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| Said she’s got stock options, salary and full benefits
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| She works the 22nd floor
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| In a cubicle built for her
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| She answers phones and talks a bunch about investments
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| Well she’s finally in love
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| She met some guy from Texas
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| She says he’s the one but she has yet to meet him
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| They talk now everyday, online to communicate
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| I said fuck that job, fuck that new beau, yeah fuck that pension
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| Cause that ain’t right, that ain’t no life
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| You work a 60 hour week to see one hour of sunlight
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| That ain’t right, no that ain’t no life
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| That guy, when you finally meet in the end, you won’t even like
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| Woah woah, where did we go wrong?
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| Woah woah, have I been sitting out too long?
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| No cash in my hands means I’m nothing to you.,
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| But I won’t sell myself
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| Every time I stop and think
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| I’m hit with everything
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| That I was taught about right and wrong
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| And what to get used to
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| I let the greedy deal with greed
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| I ain’t got nothing but myself
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| And I ain’t selling that for no one else
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| I won’t surround my emptiness with greed
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| Or shit I don’t even need
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| In don’t ask don’t tell relationships based on infidelity
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| I know it ain’t right, it ain’t much of a life
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| But I let tomorrow be tomorrow
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| And let tonight be tonight |