| In a down-and-out town
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| Living can kill your dreams
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| In this down-and-out house
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| Ambition bursts through the seams
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| I’m sure the neighbours know well
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| We always stood on broke eggshells
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| Little broken old bar
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| A number can clean you out
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| So you hurry on home
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| And so your credit card shouts
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| We’re never taken in hearts
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| We spend each day on the bones of our arts
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| You’re the story of my life
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| Send me a match with your letter
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| A canister follows me 'round
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| Send me a match with your letter
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| So I can burn the house down
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| In the cigarette smoke
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| There lays an empty purse
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| In the cigarette smoke
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| I meant to have you hurt
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| Yet there’s nothing I’ve seen
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| That could compare with you and me
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| She’s the story of my life
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| Send me a match with your letter
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| A canister follows me 'round
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| Send me a match with your letter
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| So I can burn the house down
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| I guess that I’ll see you soon
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| But everything here falls through
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| I hope that I see you soon
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| A warning day
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| You’re the story of my life
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| Send me a match with your letter
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| A canister follows me 'round
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| Send me a match with your letter
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| So I can burn the house down
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| So I can burn the house down |