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When you're down on your luck |
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Aand you just can't cope |
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When the times are bleak |
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And the friends are few |
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Don't turn to me |
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'cause i'm no hope |
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Don't turn to me |
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'cause i don't know what to do |
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Maybe you should have a drink |
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I don't know why you ever stopped anyway |
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Oh, it's rough |
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Baby, to live |
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Oh, it's hard |
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Baby, to survive |
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Everyday lately |
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My mind feels like glass |
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Ready to be smashed |
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Ready to be smashed |
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Oh well, my best friend |
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Took a bullet through his eye |
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First he had a patch |
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Now he's got a glass eye |
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One hard, glass eye |
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He says sometimes he wishes |
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Both his eyes were glass |
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Well, it's rough |
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Baby, to live |
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And it's hard |
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Baby, to survive |
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Everyday lately |
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My mind feels like glass |
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Ready to be smashed |
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I'm ready to be smashed |
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At times i lock myself up |
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In my room |
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Don't come over |
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While i listen to a record |
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I stare at the cover |
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Don't come over |
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Don't come over |
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'cause i'm no hope to you |
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I'm no hope to you |