| It seemed like such a good idea
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| Stake your claim boys and you can make it here
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| But now we’re down in the mud
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| The quick and not quick enough
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| Are both bleeding
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| And yeah tomorrow’s long gone
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| Sold for a song that I’m stealing
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| I’m always on the run and I hate copy paste for god’s sake
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| We can light a fire now
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| With all that’s left to burn
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| And warm our hands on failed plans
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| And new leaves left unturned
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| In the high life, the high life
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| The high life, the high life
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| Look around now tell me all’s not lost
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| Take the coin boys from where your heart once was
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| Now heaven is lying empty
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| And all the devil’s here
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| We can drink our bellies full
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| But never quench the first
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| And we can burn the spinning wheels
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| But when you’re cursed, you’re cursed
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| With a taste for the high life
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| The high life
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| The high life, the high life
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| Shut up all my life
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| I’ve been hearing the voices
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| Of the silver spoon
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| Of the perfect smile
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| Of your gilded lives
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| I know now in your veins
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| There will only be blue blood
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| Come on, cut me now you will find
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| That I bleed the blackest bile
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| I know now none of your kind
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| Is ever on my side
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| So the rich stay the rich
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| And the rest forever be denied
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| The high life |