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Disconnect, |
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this circuit's broken, |
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the juice is drained, |
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the body weak and the head is bowed. |
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I suspect |
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what stays unspoken |
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will prove to be a truer word |
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than any we shout out loud, |
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chests puffed up proud. |
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Oh, life's so cheap that there's no doubt |
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you'll be in too deep when your luck runs out, |
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when you run aground, when you're done. |
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Pay the debts, |
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play the position, |
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just don't pretend |
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that you've not known all of this before. |
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Misplaced bets, |
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distressed conditions combine. |
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When time runs out |
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we know we can't ask for any more. |
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This much is sure: |
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that life's still great though the wick's burned up. |
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You can only wait till your luck turns up. |
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Still you're spun around |
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until you're done. |
