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You're the life of the party, everybody's host |
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Still you need somewhere you can hide |
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All your good time friends |
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And your farewell to has-beens |
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Lord knows, just along for the ride |
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You think you're a survivor |
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But boy, you better think twice |
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No one rides for nothin' |
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So, step up and pay the price |
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It's a high cost of low livin' |
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Ain't it high time? You turn yourself around |
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Yeah, the high cost of low livin' |
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It's bound to put you six feet in the ground |
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So many here who love ya |
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But still, you just can't tell |
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Real ones and those who drop your name |
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All the while behind your back |
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They lift the flesh right from your bones |
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You should know by now through all their game |
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They've been chasing each dream with whiskey |
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From here to Tokyo |
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Usin' up all your real friends |
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Places left to go |
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It's a high cost of low livin' |
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Ain't it high time? You turn yourself around |
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Yeah, the high cost of low livin' |
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It's bound to put you six feet in the ground |
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Don't look behind you |
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Ahh, don't look back |
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Don't turn to find reason in the past |
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Past is gone, gone at last |
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And it's high cost of low livin' |
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And it's high time you turn yourself around |
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Well, the high cost of low livin' |
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It's bound to put you six feet in the ground |
