| That’s why you’ll wind up alone in a
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| house of your own
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| The windows are shut and the gate’s
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| securely locked
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| All you want are cold things
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| The kind that money brings
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| You light up in smiles
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| every time
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| something new has arrived
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| to the garage full of cars you rarely drive
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| You should be getting outside
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| into the sunlight
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| put the hard drive
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| on standby
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| for a little while
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| Into all the good times
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| baby just go on
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| have alittle fun
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| before the whole thing is over
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| With a little less we could make it work
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| Are you satisfied?
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| Looking at your life
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| You could have done more long before
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| found the guts engaged the war
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| Should have done more when the chance
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| was at your door
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| Lord don’t you know if I had the chance
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| I would do it all over?
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| Take of my tie
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| breath once in a while
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| Put my briefcase down
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| leave this town for good now
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| But the minutes passed
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| slipped right out of my hands
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| Now it’s much too late
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| to change a thing at all
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| You should be getting outside
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| into the sunlight
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| put the hard drive
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| on standby
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| for a little while
|
| Into all the good times
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| baby just go on
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| have alittle fun
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| before the whole thing is over
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| With a little less we could make it work |