| When the suns too hot, and my old man’s not
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| Well I stumble outside the door
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| And I’m asking myself if I haven’t been through all this
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| To darn many times before
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| I gave up singing my half done songs
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| When the money ran out before the rhymes
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| And I gave up loving my one sided lungs
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| When I couldn’t believe in them lies
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| I used to think it was easy honey
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| I used to think it was alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Till scratching my way became my way of life
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| I used to think it was easy honey
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| I used to think it was alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Till scratching my way became my way of life
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| Well the night’s far along, my old man’s out somewhere gone
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| And I’m thinking it’s time for me to go
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| I never loved him like he wanted me to
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| That’s something he must already know
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| Look the night is cold, my shoes are old
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| And I don’t much like the rain
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| And his bed’s much softer, and the road is long
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| So I might stay on it then
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| I used to think it was easy honey
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| I used to think it was alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Till scratching my way became my way of life
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| I used to think it was easy honey
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| I used to think it was alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Till scratching my way became my way of life
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| I used to think it was easy honey
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| Yeah, I used to think it was alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Till scratching my way became my way of life
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| I used to think it was easy honey
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| I used to think it was alright
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| I used to think it was simple enough
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| Till scratching my way became my way of life |