My friend called just the other day
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Packed it up he won't be back this way
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It's not your heart but the spirit they break
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There's only so much a small town boy can take
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See the eyes of the countless masses
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Drinking life from the empty glasses
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Chorus:
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No more victims
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No more lies
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Ne sheer heart attacks
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No more empty promises
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No more lookin' back
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I came here loaded searching for the dream
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But nothing is ever easy as it seems
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I thought I got closer to it every day
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But every day it just got so far away
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See all the faces paled
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Shot to hell when the system failed
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Chorus
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I thought I could take all the shit in grind
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And stand much more pain
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But see all those dead end wishes
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Eats away at the brain
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Solo, chorus
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No More Lookin' Back (Poison Jazz)
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| Poison |
