Cast aside and asunder
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But before they put me under
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I'll make a deal with the bounty hunter
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For the price upon my head
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Walked home to angry faces
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So I laced up my laces
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And I headed for far off places
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Though you'd rather see me dead
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The saints have all looked down on me
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They've shook their heads and frowned on me
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They see you've made a clown out of me
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I'm breakin' down
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I used to strut and swagger
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Now I stumble 'round and stagger
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From my back I'll pull your dagger
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And keep it by my side
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But there's no room at the stable
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And there's no place at the table
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But for the strong-willed and the able
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While I'm knocking and denied
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I twist my mouth in prayer
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Awake but not aware
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All I got is this blank and empty stare
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And every time he sees my face
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He tries to shake me down again
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Or break me down, there's no difference today
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Breakin Down'
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| The GC5 |
