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There is a son, he is born |
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With a silver spoon in his mouth |
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Go on, boy, admit |
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There's got to be something you love |
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Enough to protect |
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You tire of things, |
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I knowBut you've got to push on |
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On, on, on, on, on, on, on |
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Some men crave women |
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And some men crave gold |
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Some folks die too young |
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And some die too old |
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Some just want to pass time |
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With liquor and cards |
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Some work to the top |
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And then some don't get far |
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Boy, decide, boy, decide |
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You're too old to fuck around |
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And too young to die |
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Time to try life on for size |
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Now the time has come |
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To pull yourself out of the mud |
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And fix yourself up |
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Hell, don't you care how you look? |
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Your mother, god rest her |
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She'd spin in her grave |
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If she knew |
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What a mess you have made |
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Well, some men crave women |
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And some men crave gold |
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Some folks die too young |
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And some die too old |
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Some just want to pass time |
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With liquor and cards |
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Some work to the top |
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And then some don't get far |
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Boy, decide, boy, decide |
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You're too old to fuck around |
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And too young to die |
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Time to try life on for size |
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You're pissing into the wind |
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Squandering the life you were given |
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Now what will you do?' |
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Cause you wasted, a waste of a life |
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Diggin' a hole you can't dive in |
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To, when you get tired, ohh, fire |
