| Twenty-seven dollars
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| In an old jean jacket
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| And there’s dust under the collar
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| Because I’ve been walking for hours
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| But I’m almost where
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| I said that I would be
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| Just like long television
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| This heart full of ambition
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| Has been haunting my dreams
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| Reaching for grander things
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| And I never really knew
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| If they could be mine
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| But I’m out way past my prime
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| Looking for reasons I didn’t get my time
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| Keep a bottle top list
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| Of the chances I missed
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| While I’m on my way
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| To that vacant place
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| And I promised myself
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| I would not escape
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| One more drink
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| And I’m anyone’s useless mess
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| Just a helpless man
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| With no self defense
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| If I’m not yours
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| What are you looking for?
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| But I’m out way past my prime
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| Looking for reasons I didn’t get my time
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| My knees aren’t bleeding when I seem defeated
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| If I try to save face before I make it
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| To where I set out
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| And swore that I would find |