In a down-and-out town
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Living can kill your dreams
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In this down-and-out house
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Ambition bursts through the seams
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I'm sure the neighbours know well
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We always stood on broke eggshells
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Little broken old bar
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A number can clean you out
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So you hurry on home
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And so your credit card shouts
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We're never taken in hearts
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We spend each day on the bones of our arts
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You're the story of my life
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Send me a match with your letter
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A canister follows me 'round
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Send me a match with your letter
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So I can burn the house down
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In the cigarette smoke
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There lays an empty purse
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In the cigarette smoke
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I meant to have you hurt
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Yet there's nothing I've seen
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That could compare with you and me
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She's the story of my life
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Send me a match with your letter
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A canister follows me 'round
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Send me a match with your letter
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So I can burn the house down
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I guess that I'll see you soon
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But everything here falls through
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I hope that I see you soon
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A warning day
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You're the story of my life
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Send me a match with your letter
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A canister follows me 'round
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Send me a match with your letter
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So I can burn the house down
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So I can burn the house down [x7]
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Burn The House Down
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| Scars On 45 |
