We paint this town in shades of gray
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And the walls look high
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'Til you step away
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Ain't it funny how you can look around
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And never see the truth
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'Til it knocks you down
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Never see the light
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'Til you're tradin down
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Work hard labor for your daily bread
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While the golden dream spins around your head
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Time gets money, money buys you time
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For the foolish things that you left behind
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Workin workin overtime
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And tradin down
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It's gunna be alright (he said)
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It's gunna be alright
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There's nothing that's here for us
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That we won't mind missin
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There's no future for thw workin man
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See him growin old in the promised land
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Nothin to show for the wasted years
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But a heart full of hollow
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And a taste of tears
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Pushin Monday to the wall and
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Tradin' down...
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Tradin' Down
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| Pat Benatar |
