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Everyone's always wants something for nothing |
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Now I've worked so hard for everything |
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But this time things have changed and you need to go home |
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And I feel real crucified now |
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All things you wanted I gathered |
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And all you did was take then you scattered |
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This is my scene |
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And you need to go home now |
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And I feel real crucified now |
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Day to day is a lonely road I travel |
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I came from the streets made of gravel |
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Where it ain't that easy to come up |
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When all you're selling is music now |
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Everyday you seem to want something |
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And you're still trying to take something for nothing |
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And it goes back to the fact that you need to go home |
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And I feel real crucified now |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Never did I try from you to borrow |
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You always had a story full of sorrow |
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And it goes back to the fact that you need to go home |
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And I feel real crucified now |
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Every hard road that I've travelled |
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And every time I see you I'm baffled |
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Cause I'm from the place no one |
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Wants to call home |
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And it's right by the water now |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
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Beautiful day, to end your pretty life, and I say |
