| They say if it ever was it’s in there still
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| You can dig and fill and never will be full
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| Trying to get that good again
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| Your last fifth of jack or cigarette
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| The time you be the farm before you lost it all
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| You want that feeling
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| Back you go against the wind and good advice
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| Killing yourself to stop from running out of life
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| But if I don’t leave here now
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| I will never get out of this place
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| Baby believe me now
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| There’s no dragon to chase
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| Even looking at your face
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| In front of me
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| If there ever was one there could be two
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| You and you and you a blue sky could be bluer
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| A whiter shade of white
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| But while you pour it on you pour it out
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| You empty everything you might have saved instead
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| For your loneliest night
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| Back you go against the wind and good advice
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| Killing yourself to stop from running out of life
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| But if I don’t leave here now
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| I will never get out of this place
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| Baby believe me now
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| There’s no dragon to chase
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| Even looking at your face
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| In front of me
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| And when it hits the papers
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| The tongues start wagging like it can’t be happening
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| The doctors giveth and they taketh away
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| And when they do you’ll find you stand up everyman
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| Goes looking for his heroin
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| It happens every day
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| Around every bend
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| Again and again
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| But if I don’t leave here now
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| I will never get out of this place
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| Baby believe me now
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| There’s no dragon to chase
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| Even looking at your face
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| In front of me |