| They peddle dreams to the uninformed
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| A blink of an eye and the heart is torn
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| Money and trust have parted ways
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| They’ll drain the life right out of you
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| There’s really nothing you can do
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| If you take whatever they feed you
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| Might be best not to keep it down
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| Just when you think they need you
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| Their hands in your pocket and they’re skipping town
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| A sleazy smile and a beckoning call
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| The likes of which will end us all
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| Hope and faith have parted ways
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| They’ll choke the life right out of you
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| There’s really nothing you can do
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| If you take whatever they feed you
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| Might be best not to keep it down
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| Just when you think they need you
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| Their hands in your pocket and they’re skipping town
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| There’s a sucker born every minute… which one are you?
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| Don’t…blink…you're on your own
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| Don’t…blink…you're on your own
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| Don’t…blink…you're on your own
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| Don’t…blink…you're on your own
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| If you take whatever they feed you
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| Might be best not to keep it down
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| You think they really need you? |
| Oh, come on…
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| If you take whatever they feed you
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| Might be best not to keep it down
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| Just when you think they need you
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| Their hands in your pocket and they’re skipping town
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| You’re on your own, you’re on your own
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| You’re on your own, you’re on your own |