I built my own chains in the land of the free
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A slave to a job that meant nothing to me
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With three shiny new cars and a split level home
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To furnish the tomb I was dying to own
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Then one day I wakened with fear in my eye
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Aware of a world that was passing me by
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And I knew that my savings of silver and gold
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Would mean not a thing when my body was cold
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[Chorus]
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Because life is a song for the dying to sing
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And it’s got to have feeling to mean anything
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And a man can get by without silver or gold
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With bread for the body and song for the soul
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I’m living my life by the lesson I’ve learned
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And not looking back at the bridges I’ve burned
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Cause the time that we travel from cradle to grave
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Was meant to be spent and not meant to be saved
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And I know there are some who will say I’m a fool
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But I don’t give a damn for the people that do
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Cause if down in a dungeon is where they belong
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Well, that’s their misfortune and none of my own
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[Repeat Chorus]
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Bread For The Body
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| Kris Kristofferson |
