| One day up, the next day down
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| That’s the way it goes
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| One week you can own the town
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| Next week, hey, who knows?
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| You and me, though, Brother mine
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| We’re pros
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| The whole thing’s nothing more than just a game
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| And what we both are good at is the game
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| Believe me, I’m not asking for forgiveness
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| All the same
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| I’m asking to get back into the game
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| Given up booze, given up coke
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| Given up girls, don’t even smoke
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| Got a bad break and wound up broke
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| Jesus, my life is one sad joke…
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| (Pause. Addison just stares at him.)
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| Want me to beg? |
| Want me to crawl?
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| Want an apology? |
| Your call
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| I was a prick, but after all
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| Jesus, I’m your brother!
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| (Another pause. Wilson sings with increasing desperation:)
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| It’s more than just the money that’s at stake
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| It’s even more than begging for a break
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| Joke or not, it’s my life!
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| If you want to twist the knife
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| Then twist the knife…
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| Only please-!
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| (Wilson tilts forward and collapses. Thunder rumbles.)
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| It won’t work, Willie… Up and at 'em!
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| …Willie?
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| (Wilson doesn’t move.)
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| Shit!
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| (Thunder rumbles.) |