I¡¯d say that you got it all,
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Living life like a dream.
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Got your home in Saint Marie,
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At the ocean, this ain¡¯t
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There you learned to fly without your wings.
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And it all came down, busted at the scene.
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I¡¯ve seen this all before, from a disappearing face
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Turn your back on your family and all of your American dreams
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When you¡¯ll learn to fly without your wings
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And it all came down, busted at the scene.
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You¡¯re always running, never staying at home
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Just down your mind, your warm and sweet home.
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And nobody could love you,
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As you tear apart all your dreams.
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Then it all came down and busted at the scene.
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You can¡¯t even say you¡¯re sorry,
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You don¡¯t even know what for, anymore.
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But you¡¯re a woman, sees right through your lion eyes as another neon
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Falls down upon your floor.
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While another neon falls down upon your floor.
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Never staying in home, just down your mind,
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Your woman sleeps alone.
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And nobody can love, as you tear apart all your dreams.
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Then it all came down and busted at the scene.
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Yeah, it all came down and busted at the scene.
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Busted
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| Bart Crow |
