| He’s holding up but sure enough he’s
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| Tearing at the seams, beat up and
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| Tried like a little rag doll
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| But he’s old enough and strong enough
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| To remember the man he used to be
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| The life and soul
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| But when he’s home sitting all alone
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| Too drunk to be around anyone
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| Too blind to see all the damage done
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| Man that ain’t no way to have fun
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| Somebody said happiness ain’t getting
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| What you want but wanting what you get
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| It’s a state of mind, let yourself go free
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| Everybody’s searching for someone
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| They think they oughta, trying to wanna
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| Never never never really be
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| Cos when you’re home sitting all alone
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| Too tired to be around anyone, too blind
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| To see you’re not the only one
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| Man that ain’t no way to have fun |