| There’s a spider crawling
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| On the bathroom mirror
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| Right on top of my right eye
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| And I can’t stop staring back
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| How did I get this way?
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| Take a big look at a living lie
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| Rags to rags and rust to rust
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| How do you stand when you’ve been crushed?
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| So rags to riches was a bust
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| Sometimes I dream about it
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| What it’s like back home
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| The railroad tracks and the pussy willow
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| But I had to leave it
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| And I go back
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| Whenever my tired head hits the pillow
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| Rags to rags and rust to rust
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| How do you stand when you’ve been crushed
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| So rags to riches was a bust
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| Busted once again
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| But I’ll show them one day
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| That I can buy and sell the world
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| And one day I’ll come through
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| My American dream
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| But it won’t mean a fuckin' thing
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| Rags to rags and rust to rust
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| How do you stand when you’ve been crushed?
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| So rags to rags and rust to rust
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| Don’t let me go
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| Rags to rags and rust to rust
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| Don’t let me go
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| Rags to rags and rust to rust
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| Don’t let me go |