| You picked a fine time to come, I never thought I’d see you today
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| You see my money and me, both go our separate ways
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| While the American way of life, plastic cards to buy dreams
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| And it stabs you like a knife, and nobody hears the screams
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| Turn and run — thought that you can get away
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| Turn and run — start again some other way
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| Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday
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| Turn and run
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| Well my back’s to the wall, and this wall keeps tumbling down
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| Everything I own, is worthless in this old town
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| While the American way of life, plastic cards to buy dreams
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| And it stabs you like a knife, and nobody hears the screams
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| Turn and run — thought that you can get away
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| Turn and run — start again some other way
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| Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday
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| Turn and run — yeah
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| Turn and run — thought that you can get away
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| Turn and run — start again some other way
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| Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday
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| Turn and run
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| Turn and run — thought that you can get away
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| Turn and run — start again some other way
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| Turn and run — now you’re back to yesterday
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| Turn and run |