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Tell me what you want from me,
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cause I don't know exactly what you want me to be
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There's no place left for me to go now
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so why don't you come kick me around for a while
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Down here you won't see me cryin'
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ain't got no time for that
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I've planned a million ways to sacrifice myself now
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Seems every time I try to gain a little ground
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I wind up right back where I never thought I'd be
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down here it feels alright
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Plenty of time to find another way,
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self-destruction's the only way I know how to
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Maybe another time, maybe another day,
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I'll be strong enough to leave this place behind me
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like a clown I'll raise my glass to the sky
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and toast another night serenadin' my reflection
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Down here it feels alright, plenty of time
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to find another way to seize the day
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without this bottle of redemption
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So tonight I'll stumble my way home,
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maybe tomorrow I'll find myself a job
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but tonight I got the moon and the stars
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and a song in my head and a pocket full of nothin'
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Well I got no plans got no peace of mind
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I gotta find a way outta here
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Took a little more than I gave away
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Now it's up to me to get up and try to get it right
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Wrong Side of the Tracks
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| Strung Out |
