| I’ve been sad and I’ve been broke
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| That people call me a joke
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| I’ve done wrong and I’ve done right
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| Lost every will to fight
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| I’ve been searching for what love is
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| Is it a story written for me?
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| Is it alive or barely breathing?
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| Is it this very song I’m singing?
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| Or a raspberry layer cake
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| When no one else gives a damn
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| Staying out way too late
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| Playing every card you have
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| Is learning to fly learning to walk
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| Starting over again
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| When everything you have is taken away
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| Like a lie on your wedding day
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| I walk with a limp and my legs are bowed
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| I was born that way though I wasn’t sure
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| I was made a bastard son
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| By an outlaw father who collected guns
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| I’ve been hoping for love to fill
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| A hole left in me, it’s growing deeper still
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| Playing records and singing songs
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| Begging the crowd to sing along
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| Or a raspberry layer cake
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| When no one else gives a damn
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| Staying out way too late
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| Playing every card you have
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| Is learning to fly learning to walk
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| Starting over again
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| When everything you have is taken away
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| Like a lie on your wedding day
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| A lie on your wedding day
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| Lie on your wedding day
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| Lie on your wedding day
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| Or a raspberry layer cake
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| When no one else gives a damn
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| Staying out way too late
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| Playing every card you have
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| Is learning to fly learning to walk
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| Starting over again
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| When everything you have is taken away
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| Like a lie on your wedding day
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| It’s just a lie on your wedding day
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| A lie on your wedding day |