| It’s times like these I want to disappear
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| With this dagger in my back and a six pack of beer
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| 'Cause it’s abundantly clear
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| I’m another one mired in the meanwhile
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| Will this bottle give me good advice
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| Will it sell me salvation at a wholesale price
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| Going once going twice
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| I’m another one
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| Stuck here at the turnstile
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| I got pretty high but it’s long come and gone
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| Just give me the strength to carry on, carry on, carry on
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| I spent all my money on rock and roll
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| That crap top 40 ain’t got no soul
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| It’s like a big black hole
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| C’mon people
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| Is there anybody out there
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| I bet wrong, I lost every dime
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| There’s no accounting for taste
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| It’s a waste of time
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| Ain’t no reason or rhyme
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| C’mon people
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| You’re making them millionaires
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| I don’t need no million dollars
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| Mine’s come and gone
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| Just give me the strength to carry on, carry on, carry on
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| And in the meanwhile, be it right, be it wrong
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| I’m doing time for a crime I haven’t done
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| Someday I’ll find that brilliant light breaking dawn
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| Until then, give me strength to carry on carry on carry on |