| Day after day after
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| Trying to understand
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| Why the world tries to grind you down
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| Make a ghost out of a man
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| Your debt of grace is due
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| And you’ve pawned everything you own
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| I guess some dreams just don’t come true
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| Nothin' left but skin and wishbones
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| Each year the world gets lonelier
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| And uglier with sin
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| You’ll never see those blue skies
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| Through young eyes again
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| You’ve prayed to every god you’ve known
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| Just to wind up all alone
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| Your friends are gone, your mama’s dead
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| Nothin' left but skin and wishbones
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| Spin the bottle cap
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| Throw a shot back
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| Everything’s gonna be all right
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| Spin the bottle cap
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| Throw a shot back
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| Cough and cry, lay down and die
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| Grab an end, hold on tight
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| Bottles and bones in the night
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| You’ll never go back home
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| You old wishbone
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| Can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t think
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| Not knowing where to go
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| This is real life, brother
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| This ain’t no reality show
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| If suffering is human
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| Well, I guess we’re not alone
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| You’ll survive on next to nothing
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| But you won’t live on skin and wishbones
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| Spin the bottle cap
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| Throw a shot back
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| Everything’s gonna be all right
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| Spin the bottle cap
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| Throw a shot back
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| Cough and cry, lay down and die
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| Make a wish upon a star tonight
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| Everything’s gonna be alright
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| Spin the bottle cap
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| Throw a shot back
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| Cough and cry, lay down and die
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| Grab an end, hold on tight
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| Bottles and bones in the night
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| You’ll never go back home
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| You old wishbone
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| Grab an end, hold on tight
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| Breaking bottles and bones in the night
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| You’ll never go back home
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| You old wishbone |