I got a one hundred-dollar bill
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It’s all shiny, crisp, and clean
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And it’s burning a hole in the pocket of my jeans
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I think I’ll spend it on some pills
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Instead of gasoline
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I don’t see any kind of fun in coming clean
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Pick me up and watch me fall
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And do it all again
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I ain’t got no sense at all
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I like pissing in the wind and on my dreams
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Look at me
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(chorus)
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Look at me I’m on my way down
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So close now I can almost see the ground
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Yeah another night another town
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Set em up I’ll knock em down
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Workin' on sympathy
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Look at me
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Hey bartender another round
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This one’s on mine
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Let’s see how many friends I can buy in just a little time
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See the girl at the bar
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Tell her I’m somebody and I got a fast car
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I’m in room 331 with a bottle of wine
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Tell I’m a superstar
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She won’t give it a second chance
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Tell that I play guitar but I never learned how to dance
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And here’s my key
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Yeah look at me
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Look at Me
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| Cross Canadian Ragweed |
