| I was born an only child
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| On a warm Jersey night.
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| My mother was a dressmaker,
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| My father drove a truck
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| My family never was much good
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| When it came to money-luck…no.
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| Me and my best friend took to stealing
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| When we were only 16.
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| And one year in the county jail
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| Made a man out of Tommy and me.
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| We caught the train to New York,
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| We thought we were so tough
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| We started fighting for quick cash,
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| We decided we didn’t need the money that bad.
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| We were the runaway children
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| Always lost in the dark
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| Trying to forget where we came from,
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| Trying to make a new start.
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| Oh, but it was so hard.
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| Earned my first honest dollar
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| Workin' at the mill outside of town
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| Tommy went elsewhere
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| Never did like the sound of a poor man cryin'.
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| Tommy got mixed up with people,
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| The kind of people you just don’t get mixed up with
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| And they beat him so bad, he…
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| He almost didn’t live to regret it… but he did.
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| Uh, thank God he did.
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| We were the runaway children
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| Still lost in the dark
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| Trying to forget where we came from
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| Trying to make a new start
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| Oh, but it was so hard… so hard… it was just so hard.
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| But Tommy moved eight years ago
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| Out to Las Vegas
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| Now he sweeps the floors in the casinos
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| Oh, and he gambles when he’s able.
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| When will he ever learn?
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| When will he ever learn?
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| And me, I went back home,
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| Oh, and I made it just in time
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| To say I’m sorry for what I’d done
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| Right before my mother died.
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| Now I drive a truck
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| Just like I swore I never would,
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| But I need the money worse than I need the luck.
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| I know my old man just did the best that he could with what he had.
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| It’s funny the things we finally learn how to have of We were just runaway children
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| Lost in the dark
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| Trying to forget where we came from
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| Oh but we never, we never made it that far… never made it that far.
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| Oh, but it’s still so hard… it's still so hard. |