| I came here with a woman who believed in my ideas
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| Looking for a dream I’d never found
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| But a woman soon gets hungry of living on a dream
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| And a town like this can turn her head around
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| I made her a promise that a break would bring a change
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| While clinging to a dream that wouldn’t die
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| But she got tired of waiting
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| And the only break that came
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| Was when that woman left me high and dry
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| Now my life is just as empty
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| As the pockets in my jeans
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| I don’t have that dream to get me by
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| The thing that’s worse than dying
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| Is living every day
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| Waking up each morning high and dry
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| If a dream has any value then how much is it worth
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| If it won’t buy a man a bite to eat
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| Lord, I’m so tired of walking
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| If the devil had a hotel
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| I’d trade my soul for just a place to sleep
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| I’m a man without a purpose
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| I’ve lost my self respect
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| Since I buried all those dreams that died
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| I know tomorrow’s coming and it won’t be no better
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| I’ll wake up in the morning high and dry
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| Now my life is just as empty
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| As the pockets in my jeans… |