| Remember when the banks were open
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| Remember when our money was good
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| Now we live in basements hiding underneath cellar wood
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| Trapdoor near the closet, holding our last grains
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| Water in the back sink, all that we got remains
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| Oh, its impossible, it’s impossible to leave
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| But we can’t stay here
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| Oh, its impossible, it’s impossible to leave
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| But we can’t stay here
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| My wife and I keep fighting
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| She keeps yelling at me
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| It’s still just the little things
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| That get caught in between
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| The kids are disappointed
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| The neighbors have already left
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| It’s hard to admit to them
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| That their dad is just this scared
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| Oh, its impossible, its impossible to leave
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| But we can’t stay here
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| Oh, its impossible, its impossible to leave
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| But we can’t stay here
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| All the time I spent with you complaining
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| About how much little money we had to spend
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| I should’ve just taken you on vacation when I could
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| Now its impossible to live right here
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| It’s impossible to live right here |