| My money’s gone my tank is empty
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| This dope-filled life has got the best of me
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| Wait this can’t be right
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| But it’s all written in black & white (black & white)
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| I’ve been looking for the clown
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| That’s brought me up and dragged me down
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| I’ve hocked my life and all my things
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| For a beat up pair of broken wings
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| That won’t fly
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| Ain’t no way around it
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| There ain’t no way around it
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| My crutch is gone my baby left me
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| Took what I had to Tampa Bay
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| Forget, No! |
| I’ll have my time
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| Meanwhile I’m spaced out of my mind
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| I’ve been looking for the clown
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| That’s brought me up and dragged me down
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| I’ve hocked my life and all my things
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| For a beat up pair of broken wings
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| That won’t fly
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| Ain’t no way around it
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| There ain’t no way around it
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| My crutch is gone my baby left me
|
| Took what I had to Tampa Bay
|
| Forget, No! |
| I’ll have my time
|
| Meanwhile I’m spaced out of my mind
|
| I’ve been looking for the clown
|
| That’s brought me up and dragged me down
|
| I’ve hocked my life and all my things
|
| For a beat up pair of broken wings
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| That won’t fly
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| Ain’t no way around it
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| There ain’t no way around it |