| I used to live the dream
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| Dirty money would flock to me
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| But now I’m left to wash society
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| And the limousines that used to drive me around
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| I used to fight the night
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| The dice was loaded for me
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| A Jesus Christ, a light in the sky and a key
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| But now it’s dark and I can barely see the ground
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| If I could turn back time
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| I would make my honor mine
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| Wouldn’t sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
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| But now I’m left with nothing
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| Not a dollar or a little something
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| Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind
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| I used to feel, and I used to dream of what I could be
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| It gave me fuel to want to work on me
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| But I got dragged into the material world
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| So now I’m cynical
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| I can’t feel anything at all
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| I’m just another king without a crown
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| Waiting for his kingdom come to put him down
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| If I could turn back time
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| I would make my honor mine
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| Wouldn’t sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
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| The lions feed their souls on the sun
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| And take the throne in the coliseum
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| If I could turn back time
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| I would make my honor mine |
| Wouldn’t sell it for a car, a girl, two girls or even nine
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| But now I’m left with nothing
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| Not a dollar or a little something
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| Not a little bit of pride, of hope, or faith in mankind |