| No food in the cupboard
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| or money in the bank
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| the car gas two flat tires
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| and not a drop of gas
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| The phone has stopped ringing
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| since they cut it off
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| and now the roof is leaking
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| The gutter’s sure clogged up
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| Now everybody’s got a reason
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| When nothing don’t work out right
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| There’s good and bad in every season
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| But why should you care
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| You never did that befpre
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| So what are you gonna do
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| Letters in the mailboxz
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| Could be more than six months old
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| Just one window that ain’t broken
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| This house is so damn cold
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| You said that you would be leaving
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| But that was years ago
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| The man you used to be
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| Ain’t nothing but the fool you know
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| Forever has been and gone now
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| And yesterday just a dream
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| There was a time you knew how
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| So give it a try spread out your wings and cry
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| So what are you gonna do
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| You got it, you want it, the taste of life you love it
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| You had it once and want it back
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| So grab it and slap it just take a chance and jab it
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| And say that you’ve had enough
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| Cause they saw that it’s easier to run
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| Then to stay and fight it out
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| So what are you gonna do |