| No needles, no rehab
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| No minors, no murder rap
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| Where’s that leave a guy like me
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| Windy city square
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| If al that sells is tragedy I haven’t got a prayer
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| Should I try to lose it all, kick it off the track
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| Just to say I took the fall but «look who’s comin' back»
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| What’s the story, where’s the dirt
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| Nobody’s happy til somebody gets hurt
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| I don’t want t keep up with all that
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| The garbage that you swallow gonna someday make you fat
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| Normal childhood, beautiful wife
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| Scuse me having a wonderful life
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| Why should I be hungry for someone else’s pain
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| Heroes should have something but talent for fame
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| Double barrel in the mouth nails it every time
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| But that’s what legend’s all about
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| Ain’t no bigger headline
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| What’s the story, where’s the dirt
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| Nobody’s happy til somebody gets hurt
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| I don’t want to keep up with all that
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| The garbage that you swallow gonna someday make you fat
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| Maybe I should frequent all the places that I’m avoiding
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| And maybe you should work on building rather than destroying
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| If this is making friends, I’d rather be lonely
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| So where’s that leave a guy like me
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| Windy city square
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| I may never make page three but ask me if I care
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| What’s the story, where’s the dirt
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| Nobody’s happy til somebody gets hurt
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| I don’t want to keep up with all that
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| The garbage that you swallow gonna someday make you fat |