| Pull on up into the soap box stool
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| Let me tell you some stories about how life can be cruel
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| I had big dreams, but they turned to dust
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| I need another shot of oil, 'cause it’s startin' to rust
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| And I’m tryin' to make a livin', tryin' to find my way
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| I’ve been bustin' my ass to be somebody, someday
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| Tryin' to make a livin', tryin' to get ahead
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| Shootin' at the moon, but it shot me down instead
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| War stories, I’m kickin' and fightin' for my life
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| Through those war stories
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| I made it through the battle of life
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| And it’s on and on until you’re long gone
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| But the strong keep stickin' it out
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| Through those war stories
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| Everybody’s got 'em when you hit the bottom and you survive
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| I said have another drink this one’s on me
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| Let me tell you 'bout pain from A to Z
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| I got scars from my head to my feet
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| Some like a junkyard car, still rollin' down the streets
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| And I’m tryin' to make a dollar, tryin' to pay my way
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| I’ve been bustin' my balls, and then they take it all away
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| I’m tryin' to climb the ladder, reachin' for the sky
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| I ain’t goin' down until they hang me out to dry, yeah
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| War stories, I’m kickin' and fightin' for my life
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| Through those war stories
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| I made it through the battle of life
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| And it’s on and on until you’re long gone
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| But the strong keep stickin' it out
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| Through those war stories
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| Everybody’s got 'em when you hit the bottom and you survive
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| And it’s on and on until you’re long gone
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| But the strong keep stickin' it out
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| They got towin' the line till the sun don’t shine
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| But all I got left to talk about
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| Are those war stories
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| I’m kickin' and fightin' for my life
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| Through those war stories
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| I made it through the battle of life
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| War stories
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| Through those war stories
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| Everybody’s got 'em when you hit the bottom and you survive |