| Staring like a stranger from the dirt field
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| Across from my childhood home.
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| Noticed how out of place I looked there.
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| It’s a place I can’t afford.
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| When my family lost it back in '08
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| We swore it was just a setback.
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| And all we needed was to graduate,
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| And keep ignoring facts.
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| «Don't you know you were born to die poor man?
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| Don’t you know that you’re gonna do yourself in?
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| And you’ll always wake up tired
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| Because there’s nowhere we go from here.»
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| Stuck working at that third job driving
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| Well-meaning moms to protests for minimum wage.
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| Still depressed. |
| Still living for the weekend.
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| Still terrified to die at your age.
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| No cancer. |
| No crash. |
| It better all go as planned.
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| Or one day soon you’re not gonna get by.
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| Know damn well there ain’t a promised land.
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| The cost of living means the cost to stay alive.
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| «Don't you know you were born to die poor man?
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| Don’t you know that you’re gonna do yourself in?
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| And you’ll always wake up tired
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| Because there’s nowhere we go from here.»
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| They say that these are our exciting days.
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| At least until they ask our age.
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| Now I’m just a walking tragic ending.
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| Fuck, I don’t want to be the last one standing.
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| So I’m leaving the city.
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| Maybe the country.
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| Maybe the Earth.
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| Gotta find a place of my own.
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| Where the fuck ups aren’t cops
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| Patrolling neighborhoods they’re afraid of.
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| And the rest of us won’t burn out
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| Displacing locals from neighborhoods we’re afraid of.
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| Know if we weren’t bailed out
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| Every time by our parents we’d be dead.
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| What’s gonna happen when they’re dead?
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| «Don't you know you were born to die poor man?
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| Don’t you know that you’re gonna do yourself in?
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| And you’ll always wake up tired
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| Because there’s nowhere we go from here.»
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| They say that these are our exciting days.
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| At least until they ask our age.
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| Now I’m just a walking tragic ending.
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| Fuck, I don’t want to be the last one standing. |