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sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette |
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thinks he'll get the girl, he'll only get the mechanic |
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what's missing? he's living a day he'll soon forget |
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that's one more time around, the sun is going down |
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the moon is out, but he's drunk and shouting, putting people down |
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he's pissing, he's living a day he'll soon forget |
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counts his money every morning |
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the only thing that keeps him horny |
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locked in a giant house, that's alarming |
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the townsfolk, they all laugh |
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sorry is the fool who trades his love for high-rise rent |
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seems the more you make, equals the loneliness you get |
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and it's fitting, he's barely living, a day he'll soon forget |
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that's one more time around, there is not a sound |
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he's lying dead clutching benjamins, never put the money down |
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he's stiffening, we're all whistling |
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a man we'll soon forget |
