| Ain’t got no job, ain’t got no smoke
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| Ain’t got a car, his life’s a joke
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| Living on the skids, thinks the world’s just fine
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| Forgot what he did, dancin' on the breadline
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| No one there to bind him
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| Nothin' to remind him
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| Nowhere left to find him
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| Ooh, about to lose his lifeline
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| He’s dancin' on the breadline
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| Forgot who he is, forgot who he was
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| Used to call the shots, now he can’t connect the dots
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| A mover and shaker, getting closer to his maker
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| Lower than a hemline, dancin' on the breadline
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| No one there to bind him
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| Nothin' to remind him
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| Nowhere left to find him
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| Nowhere…
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| Ooh, about to lose his lifeline
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| He’s lookin' for a headline
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| Ooh, sniffin' up the white lines
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| He’s dancin' on the breadline
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| He’s dancin' on the breadline
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| Watch him dance on the breadline
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| Watch him dance
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| Ooh, about to lose his lifeline
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| He’s lookin' for a headline
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| Ooh, sniffin' up the white lines
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| He’s dancin' on the breadline
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| Ooh, about to lose his lifeline
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| He’s dancin' on the breadline
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| Yeah…
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| No one, nothing, nowhere
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| Dancin' on the breadline
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| Dancin' on the breadline
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| He forgot and he ain’t got nothin' |