| For thirty odd years I was a newspaper man
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| I made my living with a pen and a pad
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| God I miss the smell of paper and the ink on my hands
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| Been back from the desert for a year or so
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| I left more in that sand than you’ll ever know
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| Another war was waiting for me when I got back home
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| In the name of the flag some gave their lives
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| I’m still living, yeah, Semper Fi
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| Well, that’s my story, what else can I say
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| Hey, hey
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| I got a lot to give say can you see
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| I’m still breathing and my heart still beats
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| They took the car but they left the lease
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| Boarded up the house, they left the keys
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| Foreclosed on my city, rolled up these streets
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| But I ain’t checking out, I still got my dreams
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| They called us «Dirty Harry», we’re a punk rock band
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| Why they sold old CBGB’s I don’t understand
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| All that’s left now are the t-shirts and they come from Japan
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| I sold my drums to make ends meet
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| The band broke up, we had to eat
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| It’s the same old shit, it just happens more these days,
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| Hey, hey
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| I got a lot to give say can you see
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| I’m still breathing and my heart still beats
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| They took the car but they left the lease
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| Boarded up the house, they left the keys
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| Foreclosed on my city, rolled up these streets
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| But I ain’t checking out, I still got my dreams
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| I’m a teacher, I’m a farmer, I’m a union man
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| It’s getting hard to make a living in this hard land
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| We ain’t working in our factories, all those jobs went overseas.
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| Hey, hey.
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| Does anybody want, does anybody want,
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| I got a lot to give, say can you see
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| I’m still breathing and my heart still beats
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| They took the car but they left the lease
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| Does anybody want to buy or rent,
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| Take a chance or place a bet?
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| I ain’t checking out, I still got my dreams
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey.
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| Does anybody want, does anybody want,
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me?
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey
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| Does anybody want, does anybody want,
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| Does anybody want what’s left of me? |