| I’ve been sitting trying to get myself
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| Together after being with my baby
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| I filled up eleven ashtrays
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| And I started writing six or seven songs
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| But like with her I didn’t finish what I started
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| And I’ve lost jobs on 'count of that
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| 'Cause I’m a doer leaving something left to do
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| For someone down along the track
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| I don’t know anymore seem to care
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| The least about the things I’m doing
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| I’d rather give a friend my wages
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| Than to go downtown and be someone I ain’t
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| And if a loser’s what you think I am
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| Then guess that’s all I’ll ever 'mount to being
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| But I wouldn’t trade the world
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| And all it’s money for the changing of my name
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| Drinking wine and staying up for days
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| And days has kinda come to be a habit
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| If you wonder why I want the work
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| It’s 'cause the law advised she keep the car
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| I’ll get along with what I’m doing
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| Guess until my head gets tired of doing that
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| 'Cause I’m a doer leaving something left to do
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| For someone down along the track
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| I’ll get along with what I’m doing
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| Guess until my head gets tired of doing that
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| 'Cause I’m a doer leaving something left to do
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| For someone down along the track |